A few months ago, my boyfriend impulse purchased a hammock at a Walmart in Connecticut for $15, with the dream of hanging it somewhere in our apartment.

The first inkling I had that my hammock wasn’t in the best of shape, just like the guy who owns it, was when I took it out, attached the rings on the ends to the corresponding hooks on two posts, ...

The way my hammock shimmers in the summer sun is breathtakingly beautiful. Even now, with waterfalls of rain passing through the High Country causing an almost permanent but much.

With three corners attached to sturdy trees, the hammock didn’t sway. I felt buoyant, almost weightless, and blissfully relaxed. This, I thought, is a feeling worth paying for.

SWAYING gently in my hammock, only the birds chirping broke the near silence, as lazy lizards meandered through the manicured gardens. And that sums up the amazing UNICO 20°87° in the Riviera ...