I remember being called a “Howlie” (spelled phonetically), several times. I got ‘island fever” and wanted the 2 weeks to end ASAP.
I’ve been there several times and I couldn’t help thinking I would NEVER want to live there and didn’t think it was all that great to visit. I cheerfully remember one incident where my daughter was collecting sand (about 4 oz) in a bottle as a souvenir when some old woman started telling her that sand was a resource that shouldn’t be taken form the beach. My daughter didn’t say anything to her, but I told her something to the effect that “She’s ignoring you because she thinks you’re an ignorant busybody asshole and she doesn’t care what you think, and I don’t care what you think and I don’t like you either.” High point of the trip