I have a confession to make, Jamaica isn’t a traditional “vacation spot” for me, it’s where I was born. But in my own defense, I moved to the states when I was very young so going back to Jamaica is like a vacation.
Every time I stepped off the plane I was bombarded by the smells and sounds of the island. The last time I went to Jamaica, it wasn’t on pleasant terms - it was to bury one of my beloved relatives and it was a bittersweet trip.
The relative was one who always provided me with a villa to stay in and drove me around the island and made me feel comfortable each time I went. Being there and not seeing him alive definitely hurt my heart.
I spent most of that trip at Doctor’s Cave floating out in the Caribbean. I really didn’t feel like doing much of anything else.
While floating in such a vast expanse of clear beautiful water and the sea life below me brought me to a completely different place – a serene one. It was the first time in a long time that I was actually able to rest and feel rested.
I was also able to visit the final resting place of another beloved family member that I hadn’t visited for quite a few years. That reminds me, it’s just about time for me to go back.
I didn’t spend a ton of money, but I did drop a few large notes to stock up on my Jamaican essentials - bun & cheese, rum, grater cakes, you know, the more difficult to find and infinitely more expensive to purchase in the states type of stuff.
And there you have my most recent vacation to my favorite “vacation spot”.
On an end note - I’m currently hosting FFAW (Free For All Weekend) over at Mild Insanity if you ever want to drop by and post a note.
