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ST. JOHN — The world is too big, I once thought, to vacation in the same place twice.
Some of you may say, “Got to see the world. All of it. Like, yesterday.” Others may have realized what I’ve come to understand: Some places are just special, and if you’re lucky enough to find them, they’ll lure you back.
For me, St. John is such a place.
I originally visited this Caribbean oasis — arguably the wildest and most pristine of the US Virgin Islands — in 2001. The first time I sank my toes into the sugary sands of one of its 30-plus beaches, I couldn’t have predicted that I’d return more than a half dozen times over the next 12 years.