When my girlfriend and I decided to go to St. John in the US Virgin Islands (based on your travel recommendations!), I assumed we were in for seven days of this:
I didn’t do much planning leading up to the trip. Part of it was that I tend to overplan vacations, only to end up feeling like I need a vacation from the vacation. But another part of me simply assumed that all St. John had to offer were beaches that would make a Corona ad jealous. That, and maybe some restaurants.
About a week before we left, I finally picked up a book called St. John Off The Beaten Path, by islander Gerald Singer. I started flipping through – and immediately stopped on this picture: