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For 36 years, I’ve been scheming about returning to St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands—mostly because my first trip there with my family turned into a disaster. Our cabins didn’t have power after sundown, so my family of bookworms read by flashlight and screamed while showering in “cool” water. My sisters and I desperately tried to crack open fresh coconuts with found seashells and rocks, while our parents argued about Mom’s insistence that we return home—she was sick and miserable. So when Caneel Bay, a Rosewood resort, invited me down to check out the latest offerings from the granddaddy of eco-resorts, I jumped at the chance for a swim down memory lane. Turns out, things weren’t at all as I remembered.