Howie K.
Yelp
Ahhhhh, St. John. I'm listening to your waves lap the shoreline tonight as I pen this, just outside our villa on the porch. It's pitch dark and the skies are clouded, but last night the stars were clear and brilliant. The mornings bring gorgeous sunrise hues and in the evenings it's a ten minute walk to a larger bay that brings the sunset to all, hovering a good 30 minutes before dusk. This is a beautiful property, and while more details will follow, I need to wax poetic just once more on these waves. Lullaby to them, wake to them, live on them, this is the soundtrack surrounding Coconut Coast Villas.
The property hosts two large buildings, on this trip our extended family occupies all five rooms of one of them. Parents should heed that they'll be rooming with the kiddos; there's a room with a loft, which can partially remove you, but for the most part it's a family affair. Ours came with a partial kitchen: oven, older pots and pans, a few glasses, nothing elaborate. St. John is a remote place. Everything on this isle is delivered via boat, so groceries are very, very expensive (so's the beer). Usually on a trip like this we'd plan to buy enough goods to cook in the villa and perhaps eat out a couple of days. In St. John, you may actually save money by scouring the cheap eats in town.
What else. This property can be a motherfucker to find after dark when you're walking the town. Note to ownership: develop a map that includes small streets, so us ambitious footed folk don't find ourselves lost, like we did last night. Like most islands, the roads are narrow, no sidewalks, it seems a tad perilous, but whatareyagonnado. Random goats meander the beaches. A wildlife preserve surrounds the grounds hosting pretty lil' birdies and huge iguanas that think they own the place. Wild roosters and chicks run amok.
Finally: private pool and hot tub.
Go.
