VIÑALES

Here in the middle of paradise, I enjoyed dinner under a thick canopy of midnight blue sky, speckled with hundreds of bright stars and lined with tall, silent, noble palms.  In the distance I hear the shaking of maracas, and the beat of salsa penetrates deep into my body.  The sounds of laughter and merry-making drift in and out, hushed only by the serenity of the night.  A light tropical breeze brushes over my skin, taking the edge off the warm humidity.  A deep breath of fresh air.  All is well, all is right.  Viñales is a tropical paradise of picturesque hills and luscious greenery.