So it turns out that when our friends Brett and Andy told us we would be spending our annual vacation with our Floridian friends in the Virgin Island on St. Thomas - it was only half true.
We began our travel on Tuesday evening with a pit-stop at the
Poux Palace for a little farewell dinner with Papa Poux himself (pasta with chicken in red sauce - a family classic). From there we headed to SeaTac to board our red-eye flight bound for Miami. Of course there was the token kid who was freaking out and screaming before the flight and yes, she sat directly in front of us. After a long sleepless flight, we arrived in Miami. One haphazard nap, a scrambled egg sandwich, and two games of pinochle later, we were back on a plane and headed toward the islands.
Poux Palace for a little farewell dinner with Papa Poux himself (pasta with chicken in red sauce - a family classic). From there we headed to SeaTac to board our red-eye flight bound for Miami. Of course there was the token kid who was freaking out and screaming before the flight and yes, she sat directly in front of us. After a long sleepless flight, we arrived in Miami. One haphazard nap, a scrambled egg sandwich, and two games of pinochle later, we were back on a plane and headed toward the islands. 
We arrived without event and I was surprised to see just how tropical the Virgin Islands were. We had landed in what I can only describe as a deep bowl and everywhere I looked it was lush with vegetation. The air was thick and hot and I was immediately soaked in my NW clothes, but mostly I was just glad to finally be there. We quickly picked up our luggage and crammed 7 people and their stuff into two jeeps and braved driving on the left side of the road. Eke!As we twisted a
nd turned our way through the city, my first impression of the Islands was that it was like a hybrid of Hawaii and Mexico. The landscape was ripe with green palm trees, low hanging coconuts, and fruit stands. The air was warm and dense and cardboard shanty towns littered the narrow, poorly maintained roads. After winding and twisting our way through the rolling topography of the island, we eventually pulled into a ferry terminal. That's right, we were island hopping. Turns out our hosts had managed to pull a fast one on us and we would be staying on the beautiful island of St. John. St. Thomas was merely our point of entry, a ruse if you will.
nd turned our way through the city, my first impression of the Islands was that it was like a hybrid of Hawaii and Mexico. The landscape was ripe with green palm trees, low hanging coconuts, and fruit stands. The air was warm and dense and cardboard shanty towns littered the narrow, poorly maintained roads. After winding and twisting our way through the rolling topography of the island, we eventually pulled into a ferry terminal. That's right, we were island hopping. Turns out our hosts had managed to pull a fast one on us and we would be staying on the beautiful island of St. John. St. Thomas was merely our point of entry, a ruse if you will. A brief ferry ride and a few twists and turns later and we pulled up to what I can only describe as a personal luxury complex. Complete with two small "buildings", our own mini-pool, four suite/rooms, personal out-door showers with a view and wrap around porches - we had finally arrived. The view is nothing short of breath-taking, not to mention immense. We are governors of our own mini-district. Rulers of our dominion, Kings and Queens of our own personal castle. After reveling in the view for several minutes, I let out a deep breath: I'm on vacation; we have arrived.
Check out this quick video for a tour of our Villa in St. John:
Check out this quick video for a tour of our Villa in St. John:
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Holy Cow! Was that whole place shown in the video yours?!
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