Paradiste.com enters another dimension — a dimension where life is as it could be and should be. A journey into a wondrous land where boundaries are determined by your heart, your soul, and your courage. Where the sea glistens with mystic allure, and you can stand naked in the rain to cleanse your body and renew your soul. This is the Art of Living With Turtles.

People from almost all cultures and nations live and thrive in this dimension — all members of a single tribe who cherish each day under a relentless and often unforgiving sun. They are Paradistes.

Their clock is in the sky, and when they can’t see it, they are probably sleeping or making love under the stars. Anyone can join; there is no protocol — only an attitude, a perception, and an understanding of what life should be. So, recycle your parkas and mittens and join us. 

And please send some money, hosts, servers, cameras, Photoshop, Grammarly, and AI are not free. Not to mention the catastrophic anxiety, frustration, and stress I am subjected to, being forced to deal with their customer service bots and semi-humanoids. I admit it, sometimes my sanity depends on a margarita.

Now that the begging portion of this text has been concluded and I can tell my wife to shut up, let me explain why you are here and what you can enjoy on Paradiste.com.

Everything on the site has one main function: to share insights into life as it can be in a tropical paradise.

We accomplish this through photography and stories based on actual first-hand experience that occasionally go off the rails depending on what time of the day I create it and my anti-stress, self-medicating consumption levels.

Regardless, the content ranges from funny to inspirational, sometimes crazy, and sometimes, maybe a little sexy. It is like life: it comes at you from unexpected angles. But I promise you this: If you don’t enjoy it, eat some coal because you are guaranteed to crap diamonds.