By Andrea Petkovic
For our readers who may be wishing they could escape to a tropical paradise for the holidays, this dispatch from the Maldives, which appeared in Racquet No. 14, could make you think twice.
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The Palms Bored Me
The sea lay soft and blue and wide before my eyes. The sky was a perfect azure and I had to squint to squeeze copious sunlight out of my eyes. I was on an island in the Maldives. Paradise on earth. Hell on earth. It was January 2012, the time of the Australian Open, and while my peers were in a different kind of sun, sweating a different kind of sweat, I tossed and turned on a sunbed in my perspiration of laziness.
