There's the best in your neighborhood, the best in the city, the best in the state and the best in the country. All good stuff.
But the best in the world, that makes you take notice. So when Register photographer Mike Goulding and I found ourselves one Caribbean island away from what was touted as the best resort in the world, we had to go. We're journalists. We investigate. That's what we do.
The island was St. Lucia, far down the Caribbean chain. The resort was Ladera, near Soufriere, in the southwestern end of the volcanic green knob. We flew into Castries, in the far north and made the winding drive south, stopping at one point to ask directions from a man who climbed up a tree and brought us down two coconuts. Whipping out a machete, he hacked them open and we drank the sweet, cool milk in the sweltering sun.
It was only a few more minutes up the road to Ladera, which was chosen not once, but twice, as best resort in the world by the readers of Conde Nast Traveler Magazine. The resort is nestled in the Pitons, the twin peaks that are St. Lucia's signature.
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