Michelangelo said, “My soul can find no staircase to Heaven, unless it be through Earth’s loveliness.” And, in this case, that “loveliness” was my Treehouse at Feathers.
The proprietor of my celestial retreat was Diana. She ran Feathers with a gold fist in a velvet glove. Her response time to my concerns, albeit very few, was remarkably swift—and efficient. Diana went way out of her way to ensure I was taken care in every way possible.
I woke up each morning to the dulcet tones of tropic birds (and the local roosters). I showered with the warmest of water next to an enormous tree. We (the tree and I) fell in love instantly. We rendezvoused thrice daily: early morning, late afternoon; and the last time...
underneath the star-filled Ambergris Caye sky.
I was swaddled each afternoon with a hammock that hung on my balcony, as the Belizean breeze serenaded me into a deep slumber.
As an added treat, Feathers features cabana style cafe on the property where guests held court: drank coffee, wine, and beer; shared the occasional impromptu repast; and regaled one another with wonderful stories of their daily island adventures.
When it comes to your stay at Feathers: Heaven can wait.