McPenguin5 Trip Report - In the beginning...
Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:31 pm
We were taking a 6 AM flight from BWI to St.Thomas on Friday the 21st of November. Cold, raw, and the promise of snow flurries. We had been told by American Airlines they wanted us there by 4 AM, even though we had pre-printed boarding passes and carry-on luggage only. There was no one there ahead of us, so we breezed through security and found ourselves with a couple of hours to kill in an airport that wasn't really awake for the day yet.
My daughter-in-law, Helene, had been up all night, too wound up to sleep, and so had I. We were running on empty. The grandson was excited as only an 11 year-old boy can be. He could hardly contain himself, he was so eager to get snorkeling. He wanted to wear his wet-suit on the plane under his clothes, but his parents told him he couldn't.
When time came to board, we found ourselves on the next-to-last group called, but our fears of no room for our luggage in the overhead bin were not fulflled. We settled in, only to be told that we would have to get off and go to another plane at another gate, as the one we were on had mechanical problems. Everyone on the plane grumbled, but we went on our way, boarded and took off, an hour later than planned.
The flight to Miami was uneventful, and we had allowed plenty of time for connections, so we didn't have to worry. We had to hike all over the Miami airport to get to our connecting flight to St. John, but we got there with time to spare. Bounced off the walls for a while, and our time finally came. I was so antsy, I really had trouble sitting still for the flight.
As we approached St. Thomas, I was thrilled to see the turquoise blue waters I had been missing. After we landed, we found our way into the terminal and ran for the free drinks. Helene and I drank ours, decided they were indeed good, and procede to head back for seconds. Husbands laughed, but they didn't get seconds!
We found a taxi and headed out with a family that was going to Red Hook ferry and on to the Maho campgrounds. Great conversation as we made our way to the Point Pleasant Resort. This was their first trip to St. John, they were curious about what to expect. We talked about our previous trips and what we thought they should try. In no time, we were at Point Pleasant, and went in to register.
They signed us up and called for their shuttle service to take us to our rooms.
The whole resort is built into the side of a mountain, all the rooms facing out over the water. Beautiful views! We were told they had three pools, though one was at the moment closed for cleaning. We had one right outside our building, though. We headed to our respective rooms to unload our luggage and we got together to decide what to do.
Our grandson, John, wanted to hit the pool immediately, but we all opted to head down to one of the restaurants on the resort, Fungi, which features Reggae music and Carribean food. It is right on the water, and very casual. The staff was delightful, and Helene and I decided that we owed it to the forum folks to make sure their Bushwackers were up to par. It took several of them for each of us to make up our minds that they were indeed of excellent quality.
The guys were in charge of a bucket of iced beers, laughing at me when I almost fell into the water off the deck. I was indeed relaxed. Dinner was great, and we called for the shuttle to get us back up to our rooms. Walking back was out of the question.
We got together in our room to laugh and talk until it was time to hit the sack. We were to head out to St. John and our Villa in the morning, and we were all tired.
We called ahead to Love City Villas, who is the agent for the Andante by the Sea Villa where we were staying. In spite of their offer to let us arrive early, we were told that we could not come to the Villa until 2 PM. The maids would still be cleaning. We were miffed, as we had been promised we could come in around noon, but there was no arguing with the agent. She said there was someone else who was staying there and we could not get there early. As the agreement to let us come early was only verbal, we had no grounds to stand on. We decided we would take advantage of the pools at the Resort in the morning, and then head over to the ferry.
Lights out, and I don't remember a thing until our alarm went off in the morning.
Kris
My daughter-in-law, Helene, had been up all night, too wound up to sleep, and so had I. We were running on empty. The grandson was excited as only an 11 year-old boy can be. He could hardly contain himself, he was so eager to get snorkeling. He wanted to wear his wet-suit on the plane under his clothes, but his parents told him he couldn't.
When time came to board, we found ourselves on the next-to-last group called, but our fears of no room for our luggage in the overhead bin were not fulflled. We settled in, only to be told that we would have to get off and go to another plane at another gate, as the one we were on had mechanical problems. Everyone on the plane grumbled, but we went on our way, boarded and took off, an hour later than planned.
The flight to Miami was uneventful, and we had allowed plenty of time for connections, so we didn't have to worry. We had to hike all over the Miami airport to get to our connecting flight to St. John, but we got there with time to spare. Bounced off the walls for a while, and our time finally came. I was so antsy, I really had trouble sitting still for the flight.
As we approached St. Thomas, I was thrilled to see the turquoise blue waters I had been missing. After we landed, we found our way into the terminal and ran for the free drinks. Helene and I drank ours, decided they were indeed good, and procede to head back for seconds. Husbands laughed, but they didn't get seconds!
We found a taxi and headed out with a family that was going to Red Hook ferry and on to the Maho campgrounds. Great conversation as we made our way to the Point Pleasant Resort. This was their first trip to St. John, they were curious about what to expect. We talked about our previous trips and what we thought they should try. In no time, we were at Point Pleasant, and went in to register.
They signed us up and called for their shuttle service to take us to our rooms.
The whole resort is built into the side of a mountain, all the rooms facing out over the water. Beautiful views! We were told they had three pools, though one was at the moment closed for cleaning. We had one right outside our building, though. We headed to our respective rooms to unload our luggage and we got together to decide what to do.
Our grandson, John, wanted to hit the pool immediately, but we all opted to head down to one of the restaurants on the resort, Fungi, which features Reggae music and Carribean food. It is right on the water, and very casual. The staff was delightful, and Helene and I decided that we owed it to the forum folks to make sure their Bushwackers were up to par. It took several of them for each of us to make up our minds that they were indeed of excellent quality.
The guys were in charge of a bucket of iced beers, laughing at me when I almost fell into the water off the deck. I was indeed relaxed. Dinner was great, and we called for the shuttle to get us back up to our rooms. Walking back was out of the question.
We got together in our room to laugh and talk until it was time to hit the sack. We were to head out to St. John and our Villa in the morning, and we were all tired.
We called ahead to Love City Villas, who is the agent for the Andante by the Sea Villa where we were staying. In spite of their offer to let us arrive early, we were told that we could not come to the Villa until 2 PM. The maids would still be cleaning. We were miffed, as we had been promised we could come in around noon, but there was no arguing with the agent. She said there was someone else who was staying there and we could not get there early. As the agreement to let us come early was only verbal, we had no grounds to stand on. We decided we would take advantage of the pools at the Resort in the morning, and then head over to the ferry.
Lights out, and I don't remember a thing until our alarm went off in the morning.

Kris