Vogue Features Alys Beach
Rebecca Dancer
“Girl, you better get ready,” my driver, a charmingly boisterous woman named Ginger, tells me while we’re waiting for my luggage at the airport in Panama City. Upon hearing that it’s my first time visiting the area, she is downright giddy for what I’m supposedly about to experience. “Where you’re headed…there’s nothing else like it in the world.”
