visual Caribbean

As I sit and think late at night or early in the day, I do know that my excursion to the Western Caribbean...the highs, the lows, the sheer excitement and the few mishaps have left a lasting impression on who and what I am. Impressions embedded in my mind, questions I wonder about without an adequate answer, people from a third world that I think of, that as an American, I find difficult to understand.

The struggle and the strife were witnessed first hand and I commend the people, their fortitude and their willingness to share their culture for a taste of the once all mighty dollar, if only for a few hours with me, for me and my traveling compatriots...