I've been on a lot of trips in my life. I've never been on one before without shoes. For this trip down to the white sandy beaches of the Bahamas, Soo and I brought only flip-flops. There's something almost sinfully casual about going on a week-long trip with naught but flip-flops to cover your feet. It's like announcing to the world that we're uninterested in anything that might happen in the coming days that would require a sock. I felt like I was getting away with something sneaky. And so it was, thusly un-attired, that Soo and I arrived last night for dinner at Atlantis, the gaudy 1100-room ... [Read More]