Wandering through strange lands always ignites juicy memories. A life changing week occupied with my best friend on the island of Montego Bay. Who would turn down such an opportunity? *crickets*
Soooooo BOOM ! It’s the first week of October, 6am Eastern Pacific Time, and the Hartsfield Jackson International Airport is damn near empty. It’s our first time out the country after a long year full of work, stressful situations, and a whole lot of change. So yes, we were running to check our bags in and then to Concourse C.
Anyway, we were lit. Operating on four hours of sleep, a little high, while drinking the rest our Vodka and lemonade , it didn’t matter were the last group on our flight. We were en route to the Port of Miami and then Montego Bay here we come! It’s crazy how many times my dreams changed up to this point. From being a Veterinarian at age 5, to being the first black female president at age 9, to being a military police in either Navy or Marines at age 15, to going to undergrad to become a JAG Officer in Navy at age 19, until now just wanting to tell ” OUR” stories and travel the world with the love of my life at age 26; my passion is to create and enjoy these many creations.
Nevertheless, I manifested two years ago that I would travel to memorable lands. It wasn’t until recently that a trip to Jamaica was first on my long list. Two months, my best friend started planning it, and wanted me to come along.
It’s 11:00 am Jamaican time, and it’s already 92 degrees. It’s hot-hot outside, and we could careless. I’m in Montego Bay with my best friend and our plans include eating a lot of drlicious homegrown food, drinking ALOT Rum, smoking ALOT homegrown tree, exploring tourist attractions and local stops, and fucking shit up the whole time. The first two days was defina lituation. We went on two days full of excursions. I’m talking about driving ATVs, Horseback riding, watching CJ (crazy Jamaicans) jump off 85 feet cliffs at Rick’s Cafe, climbing Dunn’s River, and touring Bob Marley’s childhood home in Mount Zion. Yes, yes we smoked good tree and payed homage to the King of Zion and the beautiful Rastas. I don’t know what I enjoyed more;the traveling two to three hours a day from MB to Negril or engaging in life changing activities with strangers, who turned into life long travel buddies by the end of the trip.
We received the friendliest customer service from the locals. Everyday these loving black people greeted us with happy smiles, delicious Appleton Rum drinks, warm fresh food, and a ” Welcome Home” chant. At the end of the trip, yes Jamaica was our home and no one wanted to leave.
Bittersweet is more than a corny saying here. The Jamaicans we met wanted to leave their home to travel to the states and around the world just like us, and we wanted to stay in their land. Prior to this trip, I hadn’t seen my bestfriend in five months. I was stressed out, tired, and hungry for adventure. Now, after traveling abroad, Jamaica has become one of my new homes. I miss my home. My home is pure happiness and childlike explorations. My home is living in the moment and smiling all day long without trying. My home is seeing my bestfriend smile and watching the way her eyes light up after a fat joint and a cup of sour amarettos. I was home. I was in love with Jamaica. Maybe I’m speaking from privilege and my westernized experience of the third world country, but I’ll be back for more. I hope more people, especially black people experience this heartfelt country.
First stamp on passport, but definitely not the last. Thank you for the many hugs and kisses, Montego. We’ll be back!