Thoughts on the Caribbean

Almost a week here and I can't stop thinking about the rain or the wind. It nearly ruined our arrival and could possibly delay our departure if it keeps up this way. Nothing extreme, but no warnings and the constant flow that keeps the beach closed and us inside. I am so glad that March Madness is hapening or there would be nothing to do, books only bring you so far.
While here I have been pondering the differances of living here verses traveling here and think it is setup for travelers much better than residents. My reasoning comes from how many people talk about how great it is here, yet they seem so miserable when trying to describe the hardships that their land endures. Whereas travelers just show up for a week or less, spend their money, and leave. Without one the other wouldn't exist, yet the resident is more depndent on the traveler because there would be no income for those living and working here without travel.
Ok, I worded that oddly, but the idea is that people who live on an island have many things to worry about, such as bad weather and the storm seasons which will ruin their business if they don't plan for it properly. However, the traveler can just come and go as they please. They may get frustrated with the rising prices or bad phone reception, but they know they will be back in their element soon enough to catch themselves up on what they may have missed.
One of the things that struck me as odd is when we arrived here by plane and were walking towards baggage claim there were only two carousels which were completly surrounded from all angles. Is this how their airport does business or is it just really busy at the time we arrived? Either way, anyone could have walked into this area and taken any bag they wanted without any hesitation, which I think may have happened to Suzanne's brother who is still missing his bag and we are leaving tomorrow. Our bags were delayed as well though, well one was there but the rest aparently didn't make it to our plane when we took off so the airline sent them on the next flight and the airport put them on the ferry to Tortola for us which was nice but took a lot of work to track them down.
The Ferry is how people get from island to island here, I think there are a couple of bridges from one to the other but it seems rare because it would interupt the views, plus the waves would cause a hazzard in some parts. All the ferry's run on a set schedule, commonly known as island time, and they depart within the half hour of their designated posting. When we actually arrived at our destination our passports were stamped and we got a cab to our villa? Not sure what it is called, but this seems like a good fit for where we stayed.
The trps back and forth on the island are rough though. It is full of hills, I think this island is a volcano, and the roads follow the hills up and down the sleep slopes with narrow turns and rough terrain. In some areas people designing the roads probably thought it would be bad if some car just lost control and kept going down the road in the same direction, so turns of 180 degrees happen on these hills to prevent any major accidents.
But in the end, after all the heartache and bad moods mixed with the spontaneous weather I think things went well for me here. I really needed a break from school and work, which is what this place was designed for in my mind, and even though we the tough times were hard all I focused on was just sit back and relax, which is the second reason this place was invented. And what better thing to do when in the caribbean.