On our way to Costa Rica in 1989, on Taca airlines we had a stop at Phillip Goldson airport, and one young woman was getting off, and while she stood in the aisle waiting, I asked her where she was going and she in a few minutes told me all she could about Ambergris, and from the sparkle in her eyes and the big smile, I decided I had to come back to see it for myself, and did and will always continue too. Paradise/Heaven.