In the cover of darkness, a taxi min-van transported us to the airport. The driver asked us what we’d done and seen on the island and I listed off all of our activities. I asked him if he’d been to those places (Maria, the property manager at the apartment alluded to the fact that being a local, she didn’t get to most of the tourist locations) and the taxi driver said “Oh yes. Too many times”. So, maybe as a driver he goes to these places more often than others on the island.
Flights were on time and the lay overs just long enough to grab a bite to eat and make it to the next gate. Arrived on time at DTW and back to the stark black and white reality of winter.