Later, I rented a bicycle from the resort and embarked on a self-guided tour of the island. I cycled through winding paths lined with lush greenery, stopping at charming little cafes and boutiques. I even joined a group of tourists for a guided nature tour. The guide, a local, shared fascinating stories about the island’s history and wildlife. For the first time in days, I felt connected—not to my in-laws, but to the world around me.
As the day continued, I found a quiet corner at a beachside café and indulged in a delicious lunch, savoring every bite. I struck up a conversation with the owner, who recommended a few hidden gems on the island. Following her advice, I visited an art gallery showcasing the works of local artists. Each piece told a story, and I found myself lost in the colors and textures, feeling inspired.
