Saint Francis Resort

If you’re daydreaming about ditching crowds for empty beaches and that crazy blue water you see in postcards, Stocking Island in the Exumas is your spot. And trust me, you’ve gotta check out Saint Francis Resort. Picture this: You walk into your room, fling open the balcony doors, and BAM—the ocean slaps you in the face (in the best way). Miles of perfect sand, zero people. They’ll even boat you to secret mini-islands where it’s just you, some coconuts, and maybe a curious seagull.Swim with pigs? Check. Glide with stingrays? Yep. Watch your kids lose their minds over starfish and sand dollars? Absolutely. It’s like someone dumped a NatGeo documentary into your vacation. Pro tip: Bring waterproof phone cases. Your Instagram will thank you.Leslie picks me up from the airport. Then Chacho zooms me across water so clear you’ll question reality. Desmond hands me a rum punch before you even say "hello."Chef PG is a wizard. His mahi-mahi?Tastes like he caught it that morning (he probably did). Lobster so juicy you’ll lick the plate. And that conch salad? You’ll try to recreate it at home and fail miserably. Eat it every day—it’s the law.Mr Wang and Marie? Legends. Want a private beach dinner? Done. Kid wants to fish at sunrise? They’ll find a rod.This isn’t just a trip—it’s the story you’ll annoy friends with for years.