As I write this, it is six degrees and raining in London. I've just been to put the washing machine on (it's in an outhouse), soaked my socks in an icy puddle as I slipped trying not to let my cat outside, and now can't warm up. So join me in a tropical fever dream, whether you want to head to the beaches of the Caribbean, Thailand, or hell, even the Canary Islands. Light up a piña colada-scented candle, close your eyes, and feel the sand between your toes. BLISS.