In one way, San Andrés is just as I remembered it when I saw that issue of Forbes Travel: it’s not luxurious nor manicured like Curaçao or the British Virgin Islands. The ocean is captivatingly beautiful, unchanged since my last glimpse of it through the window of the plane that took me to Bogotá. Now that I’ve broken the habit, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with the landscape again. I also know that the Caribbean, at least this Caribbean, is a total disaster. I know it’s slow, that it moves to its own rhythm. Complaining doesn’t accomplish much. No one cares about missing appointments, cancelling at the last minute or two hours after the fact. As for builders, forget it. Making plans is sheer bullheadedness; people do it more as a formality than because they actually intend to see them through. Something extravagant can happen at any moment. I may as well keep an open mind so I won’t lose my patience, if only for sanity’s sake.