From the Dominican Republic, we sailed to the British Virgin Islands, where our ship docked a few hundred meters from the charming center of Tortola. Pia woke up quite early that day and spent the morning very actively, which, as you can imagine, resulted in both the parents and the little one being tired. Fortunately for us, our dear traveler quickly fell asleep, lulled by the rocking of the stroller and the gentle warm breeze, and we set off to explore the island in a nutshell. The first remarkable observation was about the traffic. As befits a British territory, left-hand traffic prevailed on the island, but the cars were adapted to right-hand traffic (American style). It was a shock; we had never seen such a solution before. The second observation was the ubiquitous roosters, hens, and chicks—literally everywhere, free-roaming but happy and in good shape. Tortola is a small, picturesque, well-maintained town that combines British order with Caribbean colors. While strolling for a f...