Being in the Caribbean during the holidays is something you have to get use to.
Remembering days of snow covered Fir trees and Aspens were blown away by the 15 mile per hour breeze that brought the eight plus degree humid breeze into my makeshift office.
Since moving to the Caribbean the usual business office setting was replaced with a daily panorama of mountains jutting out of an Aqua sea. I made my office the porch in the back of my Caribbean home. The view was spectacular, the weather warm but never hot enough to miss my air-conditioned office in Miami.
Being in the Caribbean during the Holidays is different. There isn’t a snowflake within 2000 miles. But there is a lot of white stuff. Surf that is. Around this time of year, the winds constantly blow from the north. The waves have nothing slowing their growth for thousands of miles. A serge in waves might have started in the north Atlantic and still rolling until they hit the shallow waters of a Caribbean island.
Kite surfing at this time of year is exciting. Just look a little off-shore and you will see on any Sunday morning the skies filled with wild-eyed boys. These kite boarders participate in many inter-island racing events, traveling in between different islands. The winds are constantly blowing strong out of the north. At this time of the year, surfing is so good they that have an inter-island competition where surfers travel between the different islands to competing with each other for very little in prizes except for the prize of being the best.
Strolling down streets filled with generous amounts of decor is as common as seeing a slow flake. Streets here are mostly barren without the usual look of USA Main Streets. The people here are full of spirit, but there isn’t any giant Xmas displays in their front yards. Electricity is too expensive for elabroate display of lights and animated figures. Walking the streets face you don’t recognize wish you “Happy Holidays” and expect the same back. It is uncommon not to be said hello to when you are here on the island. It is insulting to “Islanders” if you don’t say hello. A strange difference to someone coming from a busy metropolitan city where nobody knows one another.