170 miles on STJ with Jillian-conclusion
Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 6:16 pm
I know many people don’t like to read long, wordy trip reports, but that’s the way I write them. Newbies might learn a thing or two, anyway. My dear husband gave me my greatest wish for Christmas this year: a trip with my only child to St. John, to celebrate her college graduation. We traveled from 1/2/13-1/10/12 and made a million memories.
Jillian arrived at our house late at night on the night before departure, and everyone was asleep. I’d told her to put the things she wanted to take on a sofa and I’d pack them for her, to make sure she wasn’t breaking any rules. I was sure I’d find a mountain of stuff on the sofa, despite my instructions, but was relieved to find a completely reasonable tiny little pile when I woke. We left home at 3am and drove on snowy roads to the airport. Our flights were great, and Jillian cried when we touched down in STT, at the sight of sunshine and palm trees. We taxied to the ferry with a bunch of fun, happy people, had a lovely sunny ferry ride, and a nice person offered to take our photo on arrival:
Greg from Courtesy met us at the ferry – a little bit later than expected because I’d failed to call him. He’s a patient, friendly guy – had our little Jeep all ready and in short time, off I drove. I just said “I DROVE!” It was no. big. deal. This had been the only aspect of this trip that worried me at all, and it was, as everyone said – SILLY. Chicken is my middle name, so if I can do it, you can do it!
We stopped at Candi’s to put in our order for ribs, went to Starfish to stock up on a few things, back to pick up our take out, and we were eating our ribs at Cruz Views within an hour of our ferry docking. It had been a long travel day from our home to Buffalo and then St. John, so we unpacked and hit the sack.
The next morning, we were up by 5:30 and on the road by 7:00. It was gray outdoors, which means it was a just fine day for the beach
! I thought I’d go ahead and go to the far end of the island and overcome all my driving fears immediately, so we took the North Shore Rd. to the East end.
We went up this driveway:
And down Pocket Money hill:
Then past some familiar sights to regulars, and new wonderful sights for Jillian:
It was pretty gloomy and rainy, and about this point, I started to worry that maybe it wouldn’t clear up!
But it did, when we hit the beach at Miss Vie’s:
Jillian has been afraid of fish since an unpleasant encounter with leeches while swimming as a child. I thought she’d be fine with at least swimming, in St. John’s impossibly blue waters, but she only made it in about a foot, on her first day.
She found a coconut on the beach, and announced that she was going to open it and we’d have coconut chicken for dinner. I was skeptical, but she went to work with the tools that were available – rocks and the sand.
I don’t actually recommend this. Her hand hurt really badly for days, but she was successful in shucking the thing, and then carried it around with her like the ball in the Tom Hanks movie, for a day or two. We had the first of several fabulous treats at Ekaete Pink Corner in Coral Bay – chicken roti for each of us, and home made ice cream. LOVE this place!
We went “home” and enjoyed the pool for awhile, then cleaned up and walked down Pocket Money Hill to town. We shopped (checked out the hook bracelets at Bamboo), bought the first of MANY iced coffees from Deli Grotto, then taxi’d back to Cruz Views. I hadn’t ever needed a taxi from town before. There’s a band-shelter type building with guys with green shirts on. Just go over there and ask if anyone can take to you ________. It was only $5 pp to get back up to Cruz Views. We had chicken parmesan for dinner that I’d brought from home, and cooked and mashed green plantains to fry up for breakfast the next morning, then off to sleep.
Jillian arrived at our house late at night on the night before departure, and everyone was asleep. I’d told her to put the things she wanted to take on a sofa and I’d pack them for her, to make sure she wasn’t breaking any rules. I was sure I’d find a mountain of stuff on the sofa, despite my instructions, but was relieved to find a completely reasonable tiny little pile when I woke. We left home at 3am and drove on snowy roads to the airport. Our flights were great, and Jillian cried when we touched down in STT, at the sight of sunshine and palm trees. We taxied to the ferry with a bunch of fun, happy people, had a lovely sunny ferry ride, and a nice person offered to take our photo on arrival:
Greg from Courtesy met us at the ferry – a little bit later than expected because I’d failed to call him. He’s a patient, friendly guy – had our little Jeep all ready and in short time, off I drove. I just said “I DROVE!” It was no. big. deal. This had been the only aspect of this trip that worried me at all, and it was, as everyone said – SILLY. Chicken is my middle name, so if I can do it, you can do it!
We stopped at Candi’s to put in our order for ribs, went to Starfish to stock up on a few things, back to pick up our take out, and we were eating our ribs at Cruz Views within an hour of our ferry docking. It had been a long travel day from our home to Buffalo and then St. John, so we unpacked and hit the sack.
The next morning, we were up by 5:30 and on the road by 7:00. It was gray outdoors, which means it was a just fine day for the beach
! I thought I’d go ahead and go to the far end of the island and overcome all my driving fears immediately, so we took the North Shore Rd. to the East end. We went up this driveway:
And down Pocket Money hill:
Then past some familiar sights to regulars, and new wonderful sights for Jillian:
It was pretty gloomy and rainy, and about this point, I started to worry that maybe it wouldn’t clear up!
But it did, when we hit the beach at Miss Vie’s:
Jillian has been afraid of fish since an unpleasant encounter with leeches while swimming as a child. I thought she’d be fine with at least swimming, in St. John’s impossibly blue waters, but she only made it in about a foot, on her first day.
She found a coconut on the beach, and announced that she was going to open it and we’d have coconut chicken for dinner. I was skeptical, but she went to work with the tools that were available – rocks and the sand.
I don’t actually recommend this. Her hand hurt really badly for days, but she was successful in shucking the thing, and then carried it around with her like the ball in the Tom Hanks movie, for a day or two. We had the first of several fabulous treats at Ekaete Pink Corner in Coral Bay – chicken roti for each of us, and home made ice cream. LOVE this place!
We went “home” and enjoyed the pool for awhile, then cleaned up and walked down Pocket Money Hill to town. We shopped (checked out the hook bracelets at Bamboo), bought the first of MANY iced coffees from Deli Grotto, then taxi’d back to Cruz Views. I hadn’t ever needed a taxi from town before. There’s a band-shelter type building with guys with green shirts on. Just go over there and ask if anyone can take to you ________. It was only $5 pp to get back up to Cruz Views. We had chicken parmesan for dinner that I’d brought from home, and cooked and mashed green plantains to fry up for breakfast the next morning, then off to sleep.
...but I look fwd to making a trip report sometime soon too.
My darling daughter graduates from college in May so I am so with you on this one. We are doing a group trip for her graduation gift, as St. John is one of her favorite places. Many of our best memories together are on that wonderful island.