Very nicely done! My mother was from a small Caribbean Island called Bequia - Island in the Clouds. I took my children out of school every year so they could be there and see how people lived. Even though they now have cell phones and are on Facebook they know how to survive well on very little. They provide a master class in what you've just written about. A few paragraphs below that capture Bequia's spirit.

"We meander down the volcano creek bed picking sweet mangos as we go, until we come out onto the goat pastureand then the beach.We swim in the six-foot warm breakers where we get tossed about, thrown up in the air, female driftwood.

Later we sit on the beach pulling mango strings from our teeth and talk of fishing, gardens and neighbors. These women, they embrace me as they wash the salt from my face with fresh water from a nearby well and cover me with their creole patois.Just women anywhere in the world talking ‘bout dis and dat."