Bombshell Beach

ELSA BENITEZ
SWIMSUIT BY CHAIKEN (SPECIAL ORDER)

BEHIND THE SCENES
CORAL SANDS

Bahamas

Nothing Doing
Faced with a week in which my only task was to explore the many pleasures and treasures of Harbour Island, I asked a knowledgeable local, Elle Macpherson, to tell me the one thing I absolutely had to do before I left. "Nothing," she said. By that she meant, Just enjoy the cool pink sands and gentle turquoise surf and--if I could squeeze it into my schedule--maybe drink lots of white wine. Her sage advice was easy to follow while staying at the Coral Sands, which is on a nearly empty three-mile stretch of beach. By shuffling between the resort's dining room, beach bar, library and pool table, it was possible for me to meet most of my needs without putting many steps on the pedometer. If I'd been seized by wanderlust, I could have taken a golf cart down to the harbor, where I would've found a table with an inspiring view of the water and ordered a conch salad. Then I probably would have spent a pleasant half hour watching as a man pulled a conch shell from the ocean, gave it three precise taps with a hammer to dislodge the meat and then passed it to a knife-wielding woman, who would slice and dice it in a blur of motion and present me with a very fresh entr�e. Does any of that count as doing something?