Remember the yellow airport? When you got off the plane on the tarmac and walked into the building where steel drums were being played. Picking up luggage in that hot, hot,old room. When leaving the island, having them open your luggage in front of everyone. Mine was always an overflowing MESS! Along with the countless wonderful places we always went to. And still do. It's tradition to go to the same places for some reason! Our best times were: Meeting our French young friends Silvana and Kelly, Dave's 50th bd party at Talouga Mango with some TTOL friends and musician, Flash Tropical, and picking up the thousands of beautiful pieces of sea glass on our secluded beach. SXM...Magical.