Wilma changed Isla forever. I was reminded last night, when I went to the Navy hospital for a deep gash on my shin. Had I had a tetanus shot? Yes, right after Wilma! They were free then, too. We were crawling around in rubble, at risk of stepping on nails.
Are you a Mexican? No, norteunidense. At which point, the attending physician, ordered the two younger doctors to stand at attention. She pronounced me a Mexican, with a crisp triple salute.
Cost for a peroxide cleaning and butterly dressing and antibiotic prescription to fill, $260 pesos, Sense of belonging, priceless.