If you can see a forest and mountains from a window of your house, chances are, you don’t need anything more. It is another matter if your window shows you only the big, modern, and never sleeping city, living its life. Sooner or later, you will feel the need to hear the sound of ocean waves, and not car horns. I admit that walking around the ingenius Neuschwanstein castle is a great pleasure for me, but the best medicine to cure the mad rhythm of any megalopolis is a flight to the Maldives.
A several-hour flight is a mere trifle if you fly to the Maldives. For these islands, I am ready to go to the ends of the Earth. It is year-round summer here. The Indian Ocean outside the window is whispering something again, and the rains are so warm.