Okay, so my dad and I started getting on each other's nerves, so I declared independent activity time one day. He headed off on his own, and I made a beeline for the Green Parrot bar. I sized up the crowd for a second, then got up the guts to go in alone, plop down at the bar, and order a Corona. That was the beginning of a lively evening.
The locals there were quite friendly, and before I knew it there were shots being sent to me from around the bar. I met a few really nice people and got some inside info on the island that I never could have read in a guidebook. It was here that I learned that I was not a "tourist," but a "visitor." There's a difference, the locals tell me. A tourist comes to...Read More