Bermuda sits closer to the East Coast than most people realize, and from Charlotte, it was just under a two-hour flight. By the time the flight attendants came around with drinks, we were already on approach. It was a reminder of how short the trip actually is — short enough to wonder why I hadn’t come sooner.

Photo: Azura Bermuda/John Singleton
When I landed, my driver, Daren, was already waiting with a smile and a warm “Welcome to Bermuda.” Within minutes, he was pointing out bougainvillea-draped rooftops, telling me that Bermuda has more golf courses per square mile than anywhere else on Earth, and explaining why the island’s famous pastel-colored houses are painted that way — the limestone roofs are whitewashed to collect rainwater, while the walls are painted in whatever color the owner chooses. The drive to the hotel only took 25 minutes, but Daren turned it into a whirlwind run through the island’s history and culture, so by the time we arrived, the island already felt familiar.






