“Oh, that’s the Beverly Hills of the Caribbean,” insisted a local. I had mentioned I was taking the ferry over to St. Barts, the French Caribbean island about a 50 minute ferry ride from St. Martin, one of the main islands of 700 or so in the Caribbean that serves as portal to more, like St. Barts. “Is that so?” I responded. The truth was: I had never really heard of St. Barts. Maybe this was another “silly American” moments where I just had no clue of something existing. Maybe it was like French people not knowing, perhaps, how stunning Maui was. I perched on the bow of
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