Five stars. Little Palm Island is one of those rare places that feels magical and you just need to experience for yourself. From the moment you arrive by boat, the whole experience feels like stepping into a tropical fever dream in the best possible way. The island itself is gorgeous. Lush palms, little sandy paths, hammocks everywhere, and a very charming Old Florida meets private Caribbean island atmosphere. It somehow manages to feel luxurious without feeling stuffy. The food was outstanding across the board. Dinner every night felt special, and the bar scene was surprisingly fun for such a secluded resort. The cocktails are not messing around, though. Upon arrival they hand you a very strong rum drink, then follow it up with a welcome bottle of champagne. Let’s just say the island encourages bad decisions in a very charming way. If you happen to overcommit to the booze like I did, you might find yourself admiring the palm trees flowing in the breeze as you sit in your giant outdoor tub and then wake up the following day with a splitting headache. In that case, the Cheeseburger in Paradise is the hangover cure. Genuinely one of the best vacation cheeseburgers I’ve ever had. That burger probably saved lives during our stay. What I loved most was the personality of the place. So many luxury resorts feel interchangeable now, but Little Palm has character. It feels romantic, slightly eccentric, relaxed, and memorable in a way that is increasingly hard to find. This is not the place to go if you want a giant flashy resort with endless activities. This is the place you go to disappear for a few days, drink too much rum, eat excellent food, and remember what relaxing actually feels like.