Caribbean Resort Option: A Tent on St. John (Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)

I HAD no idea how lazy iguanas were. There, five feet above my face, a scaly reptile was easing its way across the thin canvas that separated my bed from the canopy above it. It took a step roughly every five minutes, heralded by a brisk, gentle brushing sound … and then nothing.

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Caribbean Resort Option: A Tent on St. John (Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)