Suite St John At Gallows Point Resort
Okay, unpopular opinion time. I think I’m slightly obsessed with Gallows Point Resort in St. John. Especially those tempting suites.
I know, I know. Tropical paradise? Obvious choice for vacation daydreaming. But hear me out.
Let’s talk about the suites, specifically at Suite St John. Oh, the views! It's more than just "nice". It's practically postcard-perfect. You wake up, and BAM! Turquoise water assaults your eyeballs. (In a good way, obviously.)
The View: Is It *Too* Good?
And here’s where my unpopular opinion kicks in. Is it *too* distracting? I mean, how are you supposed to get anything done? Seriously, answering emails becomes a Herculean task when a sailboat is gliding past your window.
My productivity plummets to zero. Suddenly, I’m contemplating becoming a full-time hermit, living solely on mangoes and sunshine. And that's totally Gallows Point Resort's fault, of course.
You're basically being pressured into relaxing. It's a cruel, cruel world.
Kitchen Envy: A Minor Grievance
The suites have kitchens. Which is great, in theory. But who wants to cook in paradise? I picture myself whipping up gourmet meals. The reality? Mac and cheese on the balcony. With a side of that distracting ocean view.
It’s a struggle, I tell you. A first-world struggle, to be sure.
Perhaps Suite St John should just ban kitchens. Or hire personal chefs for everyone. That seems reasonable, right?
The "Problem" of Proximity
Another "issue": You're close to everything! Cruz Bay is just a short walk. Restaurants, shops, that tempting ferry to other islands...it's all right there. It's too easy to spend all your money.
My bank account cries every time I visit. Yet, I keep going back! What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment (and pain au chocolat from that bakery in town.)
Maybe Gallows Point Resort should implement a "financial responsibility" course for guests. Or maybe not. I'd probably skip it to go snorkeling.
The Pool: A Constant Temptation
And the pool! A glorious, shimmering oasis calling your name. Resisting the urge to dive in headfirst becomes a daily battle. Especially after a particularly stressful email.
It’s like they intentionally designed it to be impossible to ignore. Genius, really.
The struggle is real. Just me?
The Ultimate "Flaw": It Ends
The biggest, most unforgivable flaw of Suite St John and Gallows Point Resort? The vacation has to end. That final sunset, the packing, the dreaded airport...it's all downhill from there.
Coming back to reality is a harsh adjustment. My office cubicle looks particularly depressing after a week of Caribbean bliss. I may have even shed a tear or two.
So, yeah. I'm slightly obsessed. And I'm slightly blaming Gallows Point Resort for ruining my life. In the best possible way, of course.
Don't blame me, blame the view. And the sunshine. And the cocktails. Actually, blame everything. Except me.
My therapist says I need to lower my expectations. But how can you lower your expectations when you've experienced paradise? Thanks a lot, Suite St John.
Anyone else feel this way? Or am I just being dramatic?
