The Caribbean sun didn't just rise; it basically smacked you in the face. Back home, morning light is soft and apologetic, but here, it was aggressive, turning the ocean into a sheet of glowing turquoise and the beach into a pile of crushed diamonds that hurt to look at. I was out on the balcony, chest bare, feeling that deep, heavy thrum in my muscles from the night before. But honestly? It wasn’t just physical fatigue....