I look out from my sunlounger, flanked by a wall of dazzling fuchsia bougainvillea and surrounded by combed sand the colour of flour. In the salty breeze the sweet smell of freshly baked croissants drifts across from the nearby veranda, where giant passion fruits and fine slices of mango and papaya are being laid out for breakfast. On the immaculately mowed lawns below, a waiter is taking down fairy lights, strung between palm trees for last night's seafood barbecue.
You know a trip has worked its magic when you're Googling citizenship requirements before the flight home Or when the hotel concierge slips you a room key to take home as a way of saying "keep this...you'll be back." The destination in question? St. Moritz, Switzerland - my new spiritual homeland.If you're picturing snowy peaks, chic ski gear and luxury winter retreats, you're half right. The town is famously synonymous with prestige winter sports and alpine glamour.