St. Thomas : Day 1-2
After having just come off a plane from a bachelorette party in Mexico on Sunday, I was a bit tired coming into St. Thomas. One of my best friends is getting married in St. John on Saturday, so James and I both are ready to have a few relaxing days before all of the exciting wedding festivities!
We figured that flying into St. Thomas a bit early was the perfect idea to get settled in and chill. Given that our mission was to do very little, unfortunately I don't have too many suggestions on things to do! We stayed at an adorable little yellow cottage that we found on Airbnb in Petersbourg, overlooking Magens Bay. It was simple enough but had all of the necessities, including a really cool outdoor shower and an outstanding view of the Bay! Quick suggestion, if you're going to stay out this far, I suggest grabbing some items at the grocery store on the way in from the airport. Magens Bay is rather far from downtown St. Thomas and taxis are a bit hard to come by.
We spent two days relaxing on Magens Bay beach, watching the mongooses and chickens running around. We grabbed lunch at Magens Point Bar & Grill every day, as it was the easiest spot to grab a quick lunch/drinks. They serve typical beach food, don't expect anything amazing. The view, however, was spectacular. The water is crystal clear and there is plenty of sea life to view. Magens Bay is just far enough away that there aren't TOO many cruise people, which is nice if you're looking for a bit of quiet, privacy.
All was wonderful until we hit a stroke of bad luck. James and I were watching the sunset on the balcony overlooking the gorgeous Bay, looking at all the sailboats coming in to pick up a mooring for the evening. I suggested we take a picture with the scenery behind us, so we leaned against the balcony rail (dumb) and smiled...only to have the railing come off from behind us leading us to fall about 8 feet and continue to roll down the steep cliff. James was somehow able to stop himself from rolling and he said he looked for me and saw me "somersaulting down the hill at top speed", thinking that I was a goner for sure. I eventually landed on both feet right before I was about to hit a big cactus (that would have hurt) and we both started busting out laughing.
As soon as we realized that the only thing hurt was our egos, we thought the whole incident was hysterical. I could just see the local news reporting, "Two millennial Americans try to take selfie and plummet to their untimely death". How embarrassing. We somehow narrowly missed a couple of large boulders directly beneath the balcony, so we considered ourselves lucky and decided that if that was the worst thing to happen for the whole trip, then we would be ok. Travel advice #1 : don't take selfies in potentially compromising environments. Travel advice #2 : anything made of wood on an island is potentially old/rotted/soggy due to excessive humidity and often rainy weather. Travel advice #3 : When all else fails, if you didn't die, just laugh.
Surprisingly enough, James and I went for a run after our tumble to go explore the neighborhood. Our host suggested we check out "platform beach" which is only accessible by some very steep wooden stairs. I was a little weary of anything wooden, but pushed through my fears and got down to the private little spot of sand. Very cool to check out if you're in the area! The roads are lined with gorgeous foliage and super hilly, great for a good work out if you're so inclined (get it?).
All in all we had a nice, relaxing couple of days before heading on to St. John to begin the wedding festivities!
Kat - Wander Life