Bermuda. Ever since I can remember, that destination has meant exotic and comforting vacation in the sun. In December 2018 I finally went there, though not to get a tan. I went to help out the Church in the islands because there was a critical need for two weeks 
ministry there. For understandable reasons the bishop found himself short one priest in a diocese with a total of six.
I didn’t get to sit in the sun because I was situated at the downtown cathedral with buildings blocking out the sun’s rays. Each day the temperature struggled to reach 70 degrees. It was often overcast and windy. After all, it is winter. Beaches are small and few because Bermuda is a nation sitting on a build-up of volcanic rock with some addition of coral structure around its perimeter. Bermuda is six islands joined by small bridges.
The people are composed of chiefly white background because even today Bermuda is a dependency of the U.K. ( Policing and national defense is overseen by the mother-country.) Portugese influence is represented by people from the Azores who speak a dialect of Portugese. But there are workers and immigrants from nations like Jamaica and other islands.
Lovely people. Tranquil beauty. Warm with ocean breezes. But, too confining for me. If, however, I were assigned there I’d learn about the history of Bermuda, about its flora and fauna and about its customs. Those things would interest me. The people, their families and ethnic origins would likely be the most challenging part of an assignment there. And, those poor Bermudians would have to put up with my mid-western twang.