Transformative! I used to vacation at the Breakers On The Shore for the big things, but I find myself returning for the smaller pleasures. Yes, there's the undeniable allure of the majestic sweep of this historic, Victorian-style hotel, with grand ocean views from oversized windows and the inviting, wrap-around veranda to survey the topography and manicured landscapes, which can all be quite exhilerating. The rooms my wife and I stayed in were comfortable with whisper-quiet air-conditioning, beds firm with clean crisp sheets, the decor eclectic. Room service was prompt and attentive, accommodating our smallest requests, from extra luggage racks and towels to in-room phone calls informing us that our table is ready for dinner. The food is good, professionally prepared cuisine, sometimes exceptionally so. You can get a hint of just how good if you allow your olfactory sense to guide you when near the ballroom or dining area, as I did. At various times, I got nose-seduced by an aromatic reduction sauce simmering on the stove, or the fragrance of roasted vegetables drizzled in a demi-glace or the scent of a sumptuous bouillabaisse. If you happen to have just returned from a day at the beach dressed in swimsuit, T-shirt, flip-flops and reek of Hawaiian Tropic Tanning Oil, do not for one moment believe that you'll be able to gain entry into a catered affair under the flimsy pretense that you're in the wedding party. That won't cut it, even more so when you're carrying an empty bag of Cheetos. Just don't ask me how I know this. Best of all is the nearly unsurpassable convenience that the hotel offers. There's the eye-catching and functional outdoor pool area with tables, lounge chairs and service kiosk. While eating breakfast and seated near a window overlooking the pool, I saw an older woman cautiously and unsteadily enter the water. I thought she'd be taking a dip to cool off. What she actually did was swim lap after lap, slicing through the water like an eel. She hoisted herself up at the pool's edge fifteen minutes later looking strong, sure-footed and agile. It was as if she swam in the magical waters of Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth. If pool-side recreation doesn't float your boat then walk to the beach just across the street from the hotel. The ocean and relatively uncluttered beach gently coaxed me into participating in nature's bounty and beauty, from body surfing to burying my feet in the warm sand. At the end of our long, busy day, we relaxed on the veranda, sipping our favorite beverage and marinating in a bright moonlight that illuminated the night sky and turbulent ocean. A slow intoxication came over us, probably less from our post-prandial libation than from the negatively-charged ions permeating the brackish ocean air filling our lungs and our entire being with a primal energy reminiscent of the animal satisfaction felt after a successful hunt. All our senses seem intensified, heightened. The next morning in front of the hotel, we espied a purple butterfly emerge from its chrysalis and rest on a nearby flower. Days earlier it was a leaf-crawling caterpillar. I thought this was the perfect metaphor for our stay here. The Breakers can be genuinely transformative and restorative. But just maybe it wasn't from the big things as much as the little things that made it so. read more