--Bermuda is what "Insuranceland" would look like if Disney added such a unit to its Epcot Center. On practically every block in downtown Hamilton, you see a major insurance company or brokerage office. It's almost impossible to sit down at any public place and not run into someone you know from the business. (That can be both terrifically convenient and terribly claustrophobic.)

--All the beautiful, pastel-colored homes, surrounded by gorgeous beaches and a veritable island-wide botanic garden.

--The exquisite peace and quiet. I visit every few years, but have yet to notice anyone picking up their pace. "Summer hours" already see most offices closed by 3 on Fridays, while most stores are closed before 6. Sundays, you can hardly find a merchant doing business. Bermuda is without a doubt the most relaxing place I've ever been to. This city boy would go stir crazy within a week, but for a few days, there is no place like it.

--Rum Swizzles and Dark & Stormy drinks.

--Grown men in jackets and ties, riding on scooters in Bermuda shorts and high socks. They truly make it look like fun to get up and go to work in the morning.

--The statue of my favorite travel writer, Mark Twain--a frequent visitor to, and enthusiastic booster of, Bermuda in his day--sitting in the lobby of the elegant Hamilton Princess Hotel, calmly smoking his pipe.

--Displays of Cuban cigars all over the island. I don't smoke, and in fact have never even tried a cigar, but the forbidden nature of the long-banned Cuban delicacy in the U.S. makes me wish I did.

--The island's signature dish--its fish chowder--which is enhanced with Gosling's Dark Rum and a touch of sherry. You've got to love a place that spikes its soup!

--Last, but not least, the fact that there isn't one Starbucks franchise to be found!!! At last, I have found a haven from the Borg of the coffee world, determined to assimilate us all!

Did I miss anything???