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  • 5 things to know about moving to st. thomas

    5 things to know about moving to st. thomas

    I am officially living on the beautiful island of St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands! I did a lot of preparation and research, but some things I have had to just learn along the way. Hopefully these 5 tips will save you some of the frustration/confusion I experienced in my first weeks on the island!

    the driving situation

    I’m sure you’ve already heard that they drive on the opposite side of the road here. However, the cars are the same as in the continental US. Aka, you are driving closest to the left side of the road, not closest to the yellow lines. They call the “St Thomas high five” when you hit passenger windows with another car while passing.

    Additionally, the roads are extremely steep and very rough. Driving here is not for the weak! But, it is pretty much your only option as there is no Uber and the taxi’s are insanely expensive.

    One other thing to note is that drinking and driving is not illegal here. You are more likely to get pulled over texting on your phone than sipping a drink. So be careful driving, especially in the evenings/weekends, about watching the drivers around you and staying safe.

    getting gas is weird

    One of the weirdest struggles I had coming here was figuring out how to put gas in my car. There are not card readers at the pumps, however some stations have an app/QR code payment situation. Save your time and just go inside to prepay a pump. I spent 30 minutes trying to figure out how to send money to the pump just for it to not even work.

    Once you’ve paid your pump, in addition to putting the nozzle into your car, there is a plastic piece you will need to lift on that pump to indicate which type of gas you want (instead of hitting the button as usual). It rests right under where you lifted the nozzle from and just lifts directly up to make your selection.

    grocery shopping

    There are very few things St Thomas produces, almost everything is imported (fruit is your best bet for local- think mangoes, avocados, papaya, etc.). With this in mind, things are very randomly priced. For example, a bottle of salad dressing will randomly be $20. Also, produce will go bad in under a week most likely, maybe sooner if there is a power outage.

    As a single person living alone, I am able to budget $100 a week for groceries and have enough for the week (after spending a bit more initially for the essentials). I tend to shop at Cost U Less for bulk items (their version of Costco) and Fruit Bowl for weekly groceries. I have gone to Moes a few times but find they don’t really have what I’m looking for and I spend the most money there.

    Finally, if you’re planning on staying for awhile, always have some back-up emergency food just in case you have a prolonged power outage or in case a hurricane comes through.

    throwing away trash

    My American self is used to the classic Thursday-morning-garbage-on-the-curb type of trash experience. When I asked my landlord “where should I throw my trash away” she hit me with a “find a dumpster somewhere on the island :)”. There is no door-to-door garbage collection service.

    Typically each neighborhood has a shared dumpster area that is #nasty but where everyone drops their garbage. My job also offered for me to drop my trash at the shared corporate dumpsters at work. Because of this ~communal~ trash vibe, when heavy rain comes through, a lot of runoff heads right into the water, so stay out of the water at the beaches for a few days and keep an eye on the weekly beach water reports.

    Of special note, if you are staying somewhere with no a/c or a very open-air vibe, your trash MUST be air-tight or you will start to host some wiggy friends, if you catch my drift. I am only SLIGHTLY traumatized by my experience with this.

    addresses and mail

    Similarly to the garbage thing, there is limited door-to-door mail service here. Addresses are also not really a thing oddly enough. To find people’s homes, the most common method is sharing a dropped pin on Maps. For true mail service, people either open a P.O. box, or have mail delivered to their jobs (which usually do have a daily mail service).

    Anything shipping from the mainland will often take longer as the mail ships only come when there is enough cargo on them for a full load. The mail is on island time just like everyone else <3 However, if you are a post card girlie like me, you’ll be pleased to know that you do not have to pay any more in postage to ship to/from the continental states to here!

    In conclusion, St. Thomas is pretty close to home, but just different enough that the little things are make-or-breaks for avoiding homesickness and feeling like this is a place you belong in! At the end of the day, the people here are so kind and always willing to help if you ask for it. You’ve got this!

  • i cried over cheese in florence

    i cried over cheese in florence

    There are very few things I would change about my trip to Italy in December of 2024. Specifically, Florence was nearly 100% perfect from start to finish.

    However, there is one moment that stands out as potentially not being my finest. The night prior, we had the best experience EVER at our wine tasting and brought a bottle home. Obviously, this needed to be finished by the time we left Italy in just 3 nights (light work).

    The time is early afternoon and the vibe I was looking for was wine cheese cracker grape if you know what I mean. The person I was traveling with had the bad habit of leaning into the jet lag, so she wanted to take a nap. No problem! I would just run out and grab the snacks while she slept.

    I set out on my little walk with no set destination other than to find a block of cheese to gnaw on. Everything else I imagined this vibe with we had already, but I just needed the cheese. We are literally in Italy, this definitely would not be hard.

    I begin walking around the blocks and am casually window shopping as I go. After about 30 mins, I am starting to be a little confused about how I have yet to pass a single grocery or cheese store on this trek. After an hour, my concern turns into frustration.

    I texted my two friends who had studied abroad here asking about where I could find cheese and they jokingly responded along the lines of “anywhere”… Finally I was given the name of a grocery store. I maps-ed it and the closest was conveniently a full hour in the opposite direction of where I had walked 🙂

    I was honestly giving up on my dream of wine and cheese. I walked into LUSH to calm down and rubbed free lotion samples all over my body to try to distract from my failed cheese mission. Am I just stupid to think that walking around Florence for an hour that I would just stumble across cheese?

    I moped back to the hotel a different path from the one I had taken originally and, you guessed it, still did not come across a single vendor selling cheese. I did find this outdoor leather market which was cool, I guess…

    Outdoor leather market in Florence

    When I got to the hotel room I laid down on the bed with my glass of wine, cheese-less, and cried. I wasn’t actually that torn up, but I just REALLY wanted a piece of cheese </3 You just wouldn’t understand unless you craved parm reg as much as I do. The person I was traveling with certainly didn’t, LOL.

    Finally I got over myself and we made our way to dinner and everything was fine. But I will never forget my failed cheese mission and feeling so humiliated over a block of parm.

    p.s. I DID get my cheese when I made it to Venice and had my moment, so this is a life lesson that good things come to those who wait.

    Girl eating cheese in Florence
  • the longest guatemala travel day ever

    the longest guatemala travel day ever

    In December of 2026, I booked a yoga retreat on Lake Atitlan in Guatemala with Eagles Nest Atitlan. I was looking for a retreat that was more or less all inclusive in Central America and this checked all of my boxes. I booked the reservation, my flights, and closed my computer.

    I got an email later asking if I would like to book a shuttle from the airport to the retreat for $150 one way. Do I look like I am made of money??? I would figure it out one way or another how to get there. Thankfully, I did my research ahead of time and came prepared for what was in store.

    step 1: guatemala city to panajachel

    I booked my shuttle ticket through Guatego ahead of time to pick me up from the airport at 1:45pm. My flight was landing at 1, so I figured that was probably enough time to get through customs and find my driver.

    They sent a very stern “we will only wait 5 minutes for you” message and if I missed it I would definitely be SOL because the next shuttle wasn’t until around 6pm.

    Customs took a smidge longer than expected, and I found myself running out the door. The Guatemala City airport exit is a lot more overstimulating than one might expect! There are many taxi drivers offering to drive you wherever, family members greeting their loved ones with big, flashy balloons, and a lot of people in not a lot of space.

    I made it through the crowed and exited the airport to be sure I knew where my shuttle driver was picking me up. I figured I would get my eyes on this spot, then go back into the airport vestibule to find an ATM to take out some Guatemalan Quetzal (cash). Unfortunately, once you exit the only way back in was through security again.

    I wasn’t super stressed about not having cash at this point. I knew I would eventually need cash for the ferry and tuk tuks, but we had a stopover in Antigua and there must be an ATM there, right?

    I connected with my shuttle driver and took the back seat. I notice that there are no outlets, so I am immediately mindful of how much I am using my phone. I knew I had a long trip ahead of me. Our shuttle ended up leaving with 3 less passengers as they had not been as lucky as me to make it through customs in time.

    We were off to Antigua! I spent my time napping, reading, and journaling during this trip. I was especially obsessed with the Chicken Busses which are reclaimed school busses decorated beautifully and used as public transport for the locals.

    Guatemala chicken bus

    After about 3 hours, we made our stop in Antigua. My plan to find an ATM here was quickly lost after our “stopover” consisted of me stepping from one shuttle into another and immediately leaving the city. I’m still not stressed though!

    By the time I got on the second shuttle, the sun was setting so reading and journaling were off the table. I used this shuttle to continue catching up on sleep. About an hour before our destination I made a bit of an alarming realization.

    The last ferry to get from Panajachel to San Marcos leaves at 8pm, and it looked like we were going to get to Panajachel at 7:45 pm. Which left very little time for me to find an ATM and the docks, lol. I’m still not really stressed, honestly. One way or the other, I am making it to this damn yoga retreat.

    step 2: panajachel to san marcos

    As we arrived to the docks in the shuttle, our driver’s accomplice met us. He, in broken English, explained that the last ferries have left and our only option is to pay for him to take us on his private boat. But don’t worry, he takes card!

    The crew he was telling this to included me, 2 British girls, and a Mexican man (A). A came in clutch here because he was the only one of us that spoke Spanish. He was offering us the discounted price of $13 per person if the 4 of us went with him (the ferry is typically $3 per person).

    Personally, I am completely down for this option. $13 is not ridiculous to me and I don’t have cash! Once we walk down to the docks, the other public ferry operators are yelling “last call” and the 2 girls take off. Apparently to them $13 WAS ridiculous….

    This left me and A. The private boat operator now was saying that because they bailed, the price would be raised to $26 per person. Honestly, I’m still ok with this LOL. This seems to be my only option at this point and I still don’t have cash. A and I chat and A thinks he can get him lower on the price.

    I watch like a damsel in distress as they have a bartering match in Spanish over the price. Finally, they settle on $19, which- you guessed it- I’m fine with! We boarded this boat in the dark and set sail across Lake Atitlan to San Marcos.

    ferry on lake atitlan

    A offered to put his card down and then I could give him back cash once I found an ATM. The ferry ride was about 20 minutes and we pondered if there was a Loch Ness Monster-adjacent entity living in this lake (or anything else that could kill us)

    step 3: downtown san marcos to eagle’s nest

    Once we landed at the dock, there is a narrow street of vendors leading from the water to the main downtown of San Marcos. I figured A was just going to accompany me to find the ATM, but he decided to part ways towards his hostel. This left me wandering the streets alone at 9pm for an ATM.

    To get to the retreat, I could either hike up a very steep volcano in the dark or hire a tuk tuk to drive me up. I figured the latter was slightly safer at this time. The downtown wasn’t super massive, so I figured I could just wander around and come across an ATM.

    While I found many beautiful Christmas lights, dogs, and locals cooking delicious-smelling food, I did not find any cash. Let me just remind you that I have not had access to a bathroom or any food since the airplane approximately 10 hours prior 🙂

    tuk tuks and christmas lights in san marcos

    I eventually decided wandering around aimlessly was probably a bad idea. I approached one of the tuk tuk’s and was surprised to find the driver to be a boy who couldn’t have been older than 8 years old. I held up my phone at 10% with “Where do I get cash” in google translate to Spanish. He pointed me to a little bodega and finally I had my quetzals.

    I came back and found the same little boys and they offered me the ride for $2. I honestly loved this random little ride with these boys and felt like I was funding the livelihood of Guatemalan youth. Even if at the end he told me it was actually going to be $2.50… Sneaky little boys.

    Finally, I had made it to the entrance of the retreat. Any by entrance, the beginning of the 10 minute hike through the jungle to the retreat. Of course my phone was dead by this point, so I was just vibing with my moonlit hike and made it there in one piece!

    The most clutch part of this experience was having a super light backpack so it was easy for me to quickly transition from transport to transport. At no point did I ever feel truly unsafe or stuck. I guess that is just the magic energy of Guatemala!

    soup and pizza at a picnic table

    At the end of the trip, I was greeted with a bowl of warm soup and super great vibes at the retreat! And THANKFULLY a bathroom. I had officially made it in once piece and was excited to finally able to relax! The end.