The World Seems the Same From Inside a Hotel
The World Seems the Same From Inside a Hotel
I spent my summer vacation in the Maldives. I snorkeled, I snoozed. I caught up on back issues of the New Yorker. I got to know the local marine life, from the baby sharks and rays that swam up to my villa to a black-and-yellow fish charmingly named the Oriental Sweetlips. But I did not learn a single thing about the Maldives, because I never ventured beyond the grounds of my hotel.