Departing & Arriving

The flights from Houston to Miami,  and Miami to St. Croix,  were both smooth flights.  The only problem was that both flights played Letters From Juliet as the in-flight movie.  Awful movie.  Once we landed in St. Croix we caught a cab to our boat in Green Key Marina.  In the cab was a couple from Denmark and an older black lady who happened to be Walt Frasiers girlfriend.  She was an extremely nice person.  Driving from the airport to our place was depressing.  It was about a 30 minute drive and we saw nothing but crap.  When we went to Costa Rica four years ago,  the cab ride was about three hours and although we went through some very poor towns and places, it was all still very neat.  Here the places just looked sloppy.  It's probably the same feeling people have when they exit onto highway 100 and think that they are getting close to South Padre Island, driving through Los Fresnos, Laguna Vista, and the best of all, Laguna Heights.  Except here there was no bridge that you drove over and then saw the water.  On the thirty minute ride there was not one thing that made me want to take a picture, which is why there are no pictures of St. Croix in this post.  No one was saying anything, but you could tell what was on everyone's mind.  What the hell did we get ourselves into, and why are we doing this?