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St. John USVI – Estate Lindholm

Boutique Hotel, St. John US Virgin Island

Morning #1, an animated man, eyes focused, addresses a couple at a table

15 feet distant across the 17th century stone patio. The speaker is seated one step outside the Breakfast room entrance at Estate Lindholm.  A pergola canopy shades the man.  I’m arriving late, the conversation concerns recent events on the US Virgin Island of St. John. The narrator concludes, approaches me.

“I’m Brion,” he says, “This is Laney.”  The woman sharing his table nods.
He points towards his guests, “These folks are . . .”

Estate Lindholm Christmas Palm

The proprietor of Estate Lindholm has included me in his morning group. Assessing his concierge responsibilities, Brion Morrisette assumes the role of conductor.  He digests the questions of Estate Lindholm guests, gauges the underlying curiosity of their island inquiries, then provides guidance for their Virgin Island day.

Brion’s census kicks-off around 8 am from a table just outside the “Breakfast” room.  A room that morphs into an Honor Bar at 10 am.

Quote from Owner

30 minutes ago, the sun set.  Seated on terrace of Estate Lindholm, the lights of St. Thomas twinkle. Brion Morrisette (Nicole’s father), steps out of the Caribbean dark, just like the Green Hornet on a night mission.  Brion is bare chested, invigorated.

“Hi, beautiful isn’t it?” Brion (Nicole’s father) says.

I ask, “What have you been doing?”

“Just finished my evening workout,” Brion says, “Ran the Lind Point Trail.” He seats himself, “Mind if I join you?”

Brion Morrisette (Nicole’s father) is the host/proprietor of Estate Lindholm. The hotel was launched by his parents, as a young man Brion was educated as an archeologist, then later as a lawyer.  Both certifications achieved while contributing to Estate Lindholm’s destiny.  Somehow, he found time to train and compete in the 1984 LA Olympics, representing the US Virgin Islands in the pole vault.  At a height of 17 feet, six inches, Brion was challenging the limits of the pole vault ceiling.  

Why this place appeals to me

Arriving in St. John at Cruz Bay ferry dock, I dial Estate Lindholm.

        “Hi, this is Nicole (Brion’s daughter).” Nicole advises me the Dolphin Market, a two-block walk from the ferry dock will satisfy my provisioning needs; beer, rum, wine.
        “Call me when you’re done, I’ll pick you up,” Nicole says.

Nicole Morrissette (Brion’s daughter) waves me towards her SUV. I grunt under the weight of my double-bagged provisions as I test each step leading down, outside Dolphin Market’s front door.  Estate Lindholm is only half a mile away, but the last leg rises 500 feet uphill.

              “Thanks for the ride, Nicole.”

Flamboyant tree at Estate Lindholm

  • Freshwater pool – deep point five and a half feet, 
  • A continuously operating 20-gallon ice machine,  
  • Back-up booze on display at Estate Lindholm’s Honor Bar, 
  • Back-up cold beer, available for the taking by signature,
  • Room deck includes two rocking chairs and a table with two upright chairs,
  • Caribbean roosters to call me awake, advise of Caribbean dawn at 6 am.
  • Children are discouraged. 

The first ferry of each day departs Cruz Bay heading to Red Hook at 6 am.  A single horn blast announces embarkation.  The ferry’s toot ricochets across the still water in Cruz Bay; alerting residents of the harbor town that day has begun.

How Far Down the Block? 

Descending the Delta 757, arriving passengers are led into a gauntlet of greeters wearing white lab coats at St. Thomas airport.  The US Virgin Islands require incoming visitors to demonstrate a negative Covid-19 test and upload the information on the USVI internet web portal.

I had completed all visitor requirements before arrival. 

“We don’t have a record of your information,” the compliance official said, “Nothing has arrived.” 

Cell phones wave with proof of negative Covid-19 tests, lab attendants nod, the incoming VI vacationers are gestured through the Covid checkpoint and herded towards the airport taxi stand. St. John is reached via ferry from the port of Red Hook, St. Thomas – a 30 minute cab ride from the airport.

TO JEEP OR NOT TO JEEP?  An Estate Lindholm dilemma!  Rental vehicles cost $80+/day. Estate Lindholm offers free on-site parking for your rented jeep.  Do you want to stay on property, or to explore St. John?

The short walk from Estate Lindholm into Cruz Bay descends 500 feet down North Shore road. Easy.  Returning to Estate Lindholm on foot, its hot, even minimal baggage grows heavy.  The road has no shoulder.  After dark, an island newbie has, perhaps, a 35% chance of making the Estate Lindholm finish line.  Walk down the hill, taxi up the hill.

Rent a jeep for one day, taxi about the other days.

Why you might be nearby?

St. John has a unique personality.  If you’re visiting St. Thomas, you’ll be tempted to ferry over to St. John.

Lesser Known Facts      

In parts of the Caribbean, male tree frogs entertain when it’s dark.  St. John tree frogs sing to attract females. A few sing when its dry; but lots of frogs sing after a warm tropical shower.  Tree frogs are difficult to spot, less than an inch long and tan, they blend with Estate Lindholm’s tropical camouflage. Tree frog crooning is distinct and respectfully timed.  When a froggy joins his singing mates, he waits courteously until no other frog is vocalizing.

The “joiner” takes over that “unused” music slot – forming a RAT PACK of frogs who bounce musical notes back and forth amongst St. John palm trees; sometimes in harmony, sometimes in challenge, while eye-trolling the night for amused female admirers. They jostle notes in sequence.  Picture Sammy Davis Jr. joining Dean and Frank mid-performance. 

Minimal evidence remains from the back-to-back hurricanes that battered St. John in 2017.

Local Recommendation     

At The Landing, an open-air dining/drinking venue facing the Ferry Dock, an aging, white guy strums a guitar.  His partner, a Black woman, sings.  He wears a baseball cap featuring the old English D of my Detroit Tigers. 

        “Mark,” he tells me his name. We talk Detroit Tigers before he launches his next tune. 
        “Came down to St. John around 1985, kind of stayed.”

He hits a couple of notes, I retreat to listening distance.  Caribbean islands attract folks who sometimes forget to go home. Refugees having escaped the shackles of the first world.

Cruz Bay dining offers, 6-8 great choices.  All casual wear.  For lunch, Cruz Bay has 3 local restaurants along the shore just south of the ferry dock, where you can alternate between sips, bites and plunge in in the waters of the bay.  Absolutely no incoming swells to battle.  Six steps into Cruz Bay the water is chest high.

Cruzan Rum, produced on St. Croix. US Virgin Island; Heineken beer delivered by Dutch traders; Presidente beer compliments of the Dominican Republic.

Something for Nothing    

Breakfast (included) begins around 7 am, served within the first floor “Honor Bar” room.  Coffee is ready even earlier.

Snorkeling from the beach on a Caribbean island requires precise execution.  Bring a beach chair; Estate Lindholm provides Tommy Bahama fold-outs, easily portered by shoulder strap.  The beach chair is essential for post-snorkel CARIBBEAN MEDITATION – thinking about nothing while staring at the horizon.

Bring a four-beer, soft cooler (provided in-room at Estate Lindholm). Pack the cooler with ice from Estate Lindholm’s 20-gallon ice machine, place two soft koozies atop the ice.  Caribbean Meditation cannot be achieved with “salty mouth”. 

Drape your Estate Lindholm beach towel over the cooler; prolonging ice life. Enter the ocean via a sandy shore with a gentle grade, resist the temptation to leap from promising rock ledge down the beach.

Stare at the horizon.

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Havana Plaza Vieja

Havana, Cuba – Plaza Vieja


– Quote from Owner

“Start at Plaza Vieja,” Carlos, my AirBnB host, said.  It was already 3 pm, I had just flown to Havana and was checking into my AirBnB room.  I had not even sipped my 3rd beer of the day yet.

“Plaza Vieja is our Old Square, there are several bars,” Carlos advised.

“Gracias Carlos, I’m out of here.”

Carlos called as the apartment door shut behind me, “Do you need anything else?”

Why this place appeals to me

Cigars, music, rum, vintage cars.

Cuban jazz was on my Havana to-do list.  Turning on San Ignacio street, guitars, drums and maracas lured me towards Plaza Vieja.  Music played everywhere

Slow-stepping the uneven cobblestone street fronting the bar Papa Ernesto, a Cuban gentleman with a Cuban-style hat sat with a friend.  The Cuban tipped his rum and coke towards me.  He pointed at the COHIBA cigar extending from my shirt pocket. 

Carlos, my host, told me his previous guest at my AirBnB left behind an entire box of Cohiba cigars.  Help yourself, Carlos said to me.  Carlos’ previous guest left behind a $750 box of Cohiba cigars in an AirBnB room that rented for $55/night?  Fuzzy math; these forgotten COHIBA’s required certification of authenticity.

“You like cigars?” the Cuban man asked me.  He waved his rum drink again.

I handed my gift Cohiba to the drinking man wearing his Cuban hat, “I like real real Cohiba cigars.”

“I sell cigars,” the Cuban man said, accepting my Cohiba.  He inspected the label, “Your cigar is garbage, no good.”

Plaza Vieja, in the heart of Old Havana.  Once upon a time home base for Havana’s wealthiest citizens.  From their balconies Cuban aristocracy looked down on Plaza Vieja executions, cheered fiestas in Havana’s Old Square.

By 5 pm the corner of Plaza Vieja was alive, Café La Vitrola was serving tapas and Cuban jazz to patrons and gawkers.  I paid $2.50 at the Vitrola bar for my Heineken and wandered out the door into Plaza Vieja, gawking.

Plaza Vieja, La Vitrola, Saturday 5 pm

Turning slowly, I absorbed Plaza Vieja.   Cafe El Escorial, legendary coffee bar, offering history with croissants every morning on corner #2.  Café Bohemia; just beer, rum drinks – corner #3. Restaurant Santo Angel, quiet at 5 pm, corner #4.

A much-pondered sculpture centerpieces Plaza Vieja.  A Cuban rooster (COCK) of colossal dimensions, atop of which, a bald and naked lady (SENORITA) straddles, holding a gigantic fork (FORK). Plaza Vieja hums, begging me to return after dark. 

As dusk approaches I walk north on San Ignacio street.

How Far Down the Block? 

Why you might be nearby?

Along my route I turn west, up Obispo street, stopping outside Restaurante Europa, 5 blocks from Plaza Vieja.  Cuban jazz oozes from within Europa.  Me and other street gawkers are in Cuban Jazz Heaven. Surveying the crowd, I conclude Havana has no restrictions on where one can carry a drink.

Obispo street, 4 pm, Restaurante Europa

Step into the lobby at Hotel Ambos Mundos (4 blocks from Plaza Vieja), 153 Obispo street.  Beckon the caged elevator. The elevator attendant speaks perfect English. Ask to be delivered to the rooftop terrace.  Was the Ambos Mundos (translates BOTH WORLDS) really Hemingway’s hideout where he penned For Whom the Bell Tolls

The rooftop bar of Ambos Mundos, overlooks the port of Havana.  A Mojito is recommended.

Recommended

Down the block, on the corner of Lamparilla and San Ignacio, the waitress at restaurant San Ignacio 214, smiles me in.  “You can finish your cigar at the table senor.” 

Old Havana restaurants (paladars) are often known by their street number.  From inside 214 (2 blocks from Plaza Vieja), street traffic outside the open door entertains me.  My smiling waitress places a cigar-style ashtray in front of me. 

“Mojito,” I say.  San Ignacio 214 is a Cuban paladar.

Lesser Known Facts    

A Cuban paladar is a private enterprise restaurant, authorized by the Cuban government.  Paladars have a maximum of 12 seats, and a minimum of two employees, both employees must be family members of the homeowner.  Paladars offer Cuban home-cooking. 

AirBnB designated my room Casa Particular; a room in a house.  Similar to a B&B.  I shared an apartment with another couple, although I never encountered my house-mates during my three days in Havana. Carlos was my host.  Carlos arranged for a driver to meet me at the Jose Marti airport, and porter me to Old Havana in a black 1950-ISH Chevrolet for the 20-minute drive.

The US dollar is charged a 10% surtax at all exchange offices; in addition to the buy/sell spread.  The Euro, Canadian dollar are not subject to this 10% surcharge, so bring Euros’ if you have them.

Local Recommendation    

At 9 pm, I’ve returned to Plaza Vieja.  Eight musicians are throbbing Cuban jazz outside restaurant Santo Angel on the NE edge of semi-dark Plaza Vieja. 

Plaza Vieja, Santo Angel, 9 pm

On stage at Plaza Vieja’s Café Bohemio, seven female musicians are singing and playing Cuban.  I wander forth sipping Heineken and tapping my toes.

La Vitrola on the corner of San Ignacio, has a five-piece group swinging; music, food and drink are delivered by rhythmic staff.  Inside décor features memorabilia circa pre-Castro.  A 14” TV spools 1950’s black & white footage of life in Havana.

Havana Club rum is claimed by two producers; Pernad Ricard sells Havana Club worldwide – most of it in Cuba. Bacardí has legal rights to the brand name Havana Club in the US only. These two producers of Havana Club are locked in legal battle for worldwide rights; 60 years after the Havana Club brand name went up for grabs in the 1959 Cuban revolution.  The rum recipes are not the same.

Something for Nothing      

Music, music, music.