Reluctantly, we rode to Red Hook and boarded the ferry. My wife befriended some people (we’d gotten separated) who were doing the craziest thing ever. They were renting a villa for a week! What? Who does that?

I met a woman and her mom. The daughter’s husband was stationed on STT with the Coast Guard. They told me to go to Cinnamon Bay if we only had a short time on the island.

We climbed in some crazy truck/taxi thing (What the heck is that?) and set out. It was windy, and there was sand everywhere. But, something about STJ ans Cinnamon got to us. It rained on the way back to town and we got soaked. We poked in and out of the stores and went back to the ship.

But, something made her say to me once I’d finally amassed enough Delta Miles “Let’s go back to STJ and rent one of those houses”

The rest is history. Thank you, Cinnamon Bay.