I packed my flip-flops: my favorite tropical vacation spots (yes, I went)

I chase warm water and good food. I also like sleep, shade, and strong Wi-Fi because, you know, emails never stop. These are the places I went, loved, and would send my best friend to—no fluff, just real moments that stuck.
For a longer play-by-play of how I decide which flip-flops to toss in my carry-on, I broke down my exact itinerary in this detailed trip log.

Here’s the thing: I don’t need perfect. I need easy joy. Sand that feels like flour. Mango that drips. A nap where the waves do the talking. Sound good?

Before I jump into the sun-soaked details, I take a quick peek at Popdex to see which destinations are buzzing that week.

Maui, Hawaii — turtles, shave ice, slow mornings

Maui felt kind. I stayed in Kihei and woke up early. The water was glass. I saw a turtle at Maluaka Beach and tried not to squeal.
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I grabbed shave ice from Ululani’s and ate it too fast. My tongue turned blue. Worth it. Renting a car was simple, but parking near the beach gets tight by 10 a.m. Go early, then chill.

Small note: bring reef-safe sunscreen. The coral needs you to care.

Turks and Caicos (Providenciales) — Grace Bay is silly pretty

Grace Bay looks fake in photos. It looks the same in real life. The sand is soft and very pale. The water is clear like a pool.

I walked forever and never hit a rock. Food was great but pricey. Conch fritters from a small truck hit the spot.
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Wi-Fi at my hotel was strong enough for a quick call, which made my manager happy and me slightly less so.
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Tamarindo & Nosara, Costa Rica — surf vibe and howler monkeys

I thought I’d hate the rain. I didn’t. It’s warm and quick. In the morning, the streets steam, and the air smells sweet.

I took a surf lesson in Tamarindo and stood up once. Pure joy. Nosara felt calmer. We heard howler monkeys at dawn, like funny lion sounds in the trees. Bring bug spray and a light rain jacket. Dry season runs late December to April; roads feel smoother then.

Ambergris Caye, Belize — golf carts and bright reefs

I stayed in San Pedro and got around by golf cart. It’s silly and fun. Hol Chan Marine Reserve was the highlight. I floated over coral and saw nurse sharks and rays. No fear, just a happy rush.

Lunch was fry jacks with beans and eggs. Simple and so good. Cash helped at small spots. Please use reef-safe sunscreen here too. The reef is a living thing—treat it like a neighbor.

San Juan & Vieques, Puerto Rico — easy flight, big flavor

I loved the ease. No passport needed for U.S. folks. I walked Old San Juan on blue cobblestone, ate mofongo, and watched kids kick a soccer ball by the fort.

Then I ferried to Vieques. The Bioluminescent Bay glowed like magic when I moved my hand in the water. I cried a little. Roosters will wake you before sunrise, but the beach nap fixes that.

Uluwatu & Ubud, Bali — cliffs, rice fields, and temple bells

Uluwatu gave me cliffs and a soft breeze. The water was bold blue. In Ubud, I woke to rain on the roof and a gecko clicking. I ate smoothie bowls and walked rice terraces until my calves quit.

Scooters rule the road, but I booked a driver for safety. At temples, I wore a sarong and felt calm. Long flight, yes. But the price once you land? Shockingly friendly.

St. Lucia — the Pitons and a boat day that stuck with me

The twin Pitons are tall and proud. I took a boat from the dock and watched the mountains grow. The water changed from teal to deep blue while I snacked on fresh pineapple.

The roads are winding and a bit slow. I get car sick, so I chose the boat when I could. Honeymoon crowd? Sure. But I went solo and felt welcome.

Tulum, Mexico — cenotes, bikes, and a pinch of noise

I biked the hotel zone in the morning when the road was quiet. I swam in Gran Cenote, cool and clear, with little fish flashing by. Street tacos solved everything after.

Heads up: seaweed rolls in some months, mostly spring and summer. It’s nature being nature. Nights can be loud near clubs. I brought earplugs and slept fine.


Quick picks if you’re short on time

  • Easiest trip from the U.S.: Puerto Rico (San Juan + Vieques)
  • Best water color: Turks and Caicos (Grace Bay)
  • Chill surf starter: Tamarindo, Costa Rica
  • Best for reef time: Ambergris Caye, Belize
  • Food that hugs you: San Juan, Puerto Rico
  • Cliff views for days: Uluwatu, Bali
  • Icon shot: St. Lucia’s Pitons at sunset

Little things I pack that save the day

  • Reef-safe sunscreen (zinc based)
  • Bug spray and a small after-bite stick
  • Light rain jacket and a packable hat
  • Quick-dry bag for phone and passport
  • Cash for street food and tips
  • Simple meds: pain reliever, rehydration packets

What I care about most (and what you might too)

  • Morning light. I plan one big thing before noon. Heat builds.
  • Local food. One fancy meal, lots of small stands. Better stories.
  • Sleep. If an area is party-heavy, I stay two streets back.
  • Weather swings. Rain can be a friend. It cools the day.
  • Respect. Reef, trails, temple rules—treat them with care.

You know what? My top pick changes with my mood. If I need fast and easy, I go Puerto Rico. If I crave blue water that makes me grin, I book Turks and Caicos. For a reset that feels deep, I choose Bali and let the bells do the work.

Got a spot I should try next? I’ll pack my sandals and see for myself.