I arrived in St. Lucia yesterday after an all-night flight and grabbed the first taxi in line. The driver was an “old” guy who wasn’t talkative and didn’t seem too happy. We had a 90-minute ride to the hotel on the other side of the Island, so after a while I tried to make conversation by asking some inane questions like “How many people live here?” and “Have you lived here all your life?” The driver’s responses were more like New York City than what I expected in the Caribbean: “Didn’t you read anything about our Island before coming?”, and “Everybody asks me that stupid question – where do you think a black man my age would be from, driving a taxi on a Sunday afternoon?”
