This is a short story about a couple who goes on a vacation to an unnamed paradise, a Third World island where people speak English yet live in poverty. It does a good job in showing the clueless nature of privilege: even those well intentioned liberal progressists can be like Marcia, the woman who judges the "paradise" she visits in a less than complimentary manner. As someone who was born in a touristic destination, it pressed some buttons, but it made the short story stronger to me.
So Marcia judges. Ah, to judge and to repress. That felt like the main theme of story. That and how the pressure to be adequate can prevent us from living.
A little bit long, but if you like contemplative works, it is worth it.