

If the past few years have taught us anything, it's that we've been seriously underestimating the magic of our own backyard. And yes, I'm talking specifically about the Sunshine State.
I won't lie, Europe is my spiritual home. But to get there? First I have to crawl through airport traffic, find long-term parking, cram onto a shuttle bus, squeeze into a plane for eight hours, stumble off said plane and then board another one for thirteen more. Sounds dreamy right?
So, if you're like me — always chasing pristine beaches and world-class dining without the jet lag (or the price tag) — meet your new favourite winter escape: Hamilton Island.