St. John
Our Posts about St. John
Taking the ferry across Pillsbury Sound from Red Hook, St. Thomas over to Cruz Bay, St. John.
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If you’ve ever witnessed the outfits, dancing and general… Uhm… Passion of carnival in the Caribbean, you may not believe this, but West Indians are, in general, pretty prudish.
Many islands have laws with steep fines against wearing beach wear when not on the sandy shoreline. Most women in the workplace wouldn’t expose so much as a knee in their everyday office attire. And although we’ve discussed the joy of going au-naturel on St. Martin in the past, that’s certainly not the norm throughout the region.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Every so often, I get an urge. It starts out harmless enough, but before long it’s creeping into my thoughts during meetings, subways rides, and especially when sidestepping piles of poop (hopefully dog) while walking the streets of “The Greatest City in the World.” As time passes, this urge feeds off of every irksome element of city life until it weighs so heavily on my chest, I can barely get out of bed in the morning:
I. Need. To. Travel.
Where do you go to vacation in paradise… when you live in paradise?
Whenever I meet someone new during my self-imposed exile in New York City, and the subject of where I’m from comes up, I always get the same question: “How could you leave paradise and move here!?” Well, the funny thing about being born and raised on an island paradise is that you don’t really ever think of it as such. Back in the 80′s St. Croix did pull some tourists from the states, so I did know that people from far and wide wanted to visit my home, but I never really thought of it as a vacation spot myself.
Discovering Salomon Bay, a secluded slice of heaven accessible only by boat or short hike from Cruz Bay along the Lind Point Trail in beautiful St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands.
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Any trip to St. John is guaranteed to reward the uncommon traveler with treasure. I’ve always thought this (or something like it, anyway). I may have been born and raised on a similarly small and beautiful tropical island just about 40 miles south, but St. John always seemed different to me… a quintessential paradise… magical, like a place you’d find at the end of a rainbow.
If you’re lucky enough to be in St. John later this month, you’ll be able to enjoy a new and unique addition to the island’s normal collection of treasures – the very first Love City Live festival.