When I was in Tobago, I met some young girls swimming at the beach. They asked me a series of questions, shared versions of their American accents and the like. But then one asked me what do I do for work. I know right, how grown! My response: "I'm a teacher." There was a moment when all of their faces froze. I'm sure teachers in Trinidad and Tobago are stern and well-respected. There I was in my bikini, completely in vacation mode and these girls looked like I would give them homework or keep them for detention. But then their faces relaxed and one asked what my friend lounging in the sun does. Further awkward moment averted. Who wants to remember work when they're on vacation in the Caribbean?