In this vacation paradise (and I use that word loosely) our population begins to explode as soon as the first frost settles on the northerners' pumpkins. Of course the population that can live in both worlds is made up of the aging baby boomers, who along with their age related ailments bring the dreaded snowbird flu. They come down to play golf, tennis, walk on the beach, play bridge and fill their specialists' appointment books for their host of chronic ailments.
What that means for a permanent resident like myself is that if you become unwell during the holidays with anything short of having to be rushed to the hospital while they prepare your toe tag, you will wait for the next available appointment. You might be resurrected around Easter.