SO, WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO COME TO BERMUDA?” My husband, Rob, and I were sitting at the handsome wood-paneled bar of the Rosewood Bermuda, and the bartender, Owen Lightbourne, was ever-so-politely calling us out. We’d just arrived at the palatial resort, which sits a stone’s throw from sprawling estates owned by people like Michael Bloomberg and Ross Perot. There are four pools, a croquet lawn and sweeping ocean views. Our room wasn’t ready yet, so we were killing time while our toddler, Bobby, happily ran between our seats.
The honest answer, we explained, was that we’d put Bermuda off because it always seemed too close to New York, too easy. Before parenthood, our priorities were faraway and exotic. Now a destination within easy reach—one with beautiful beaches, no…
