At some point 15 years ago when I first stayed here, Young Island became my fountain of youth, a good-luck stop whenever I found myself in St. Vincent and the Grenadines (which was often). As I swing in a hammock beneath a thatched palm overhang, getting sleepy, I trick myself once again into thinking that, when in reality I'm actually losing years. Or rather, perhaps I just lose track of time. Days move so slowly that I do silly things to fill them, like make a sport of going to the end of the road in St. Vincent to a town called Fancy. But that's tomorrow. Now I'm keeping myself young on this 35-acre private-island playground of hibiscuses, palm trees and frangipanis by swimming out to Coconuts, a bamboo floating bar just offshore. I dip into the warm Caribbean sea and make it to the bar stool, where I order a Coconut Delight, an elixir served in a coconut shell. I sip and float.