Leaving Portland heading to St. Margaret’s Bay
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Leaving Portland heading to St. Margaret’s Bay
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I smiled. He’s right I would regret not going and I’m instructed to return home without them…regrets that is.
That's right and glad you are listening:cool:
Rock Bottom has such a nice proper shop now, wow! Don't know why on earth he has on that Steeler Jersey....I need to bring him some BLACK N GOLD WHO DAT gear!
I'm ready for some fish...I hope it's worth the wait cuz i'm starving
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I knew before C’s beat-up silver whatever-on-wheels reached the curve of the dirt path. No fish fry. Now who is going to tell my big belly it’s not getting any food!
Cleveland looks at me. I’m speechless from sheer disappointment.
“I need a $%!@ing.drink.”
This is the bar
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We get our drinks then walk to the beachside. I can’t talk until the alcohol does it job.
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Black sand. Noticing the black sand actually distracted me and took me away from being disappointed. That and the rum. This is not the first time I’ve seen black sand in Jamaica, but my first up close and touching it experience.
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It didn’t take long for the overproof to mellow me out. I was even talking to Cleveland again without the threats and profanity.
I saw a toddler running barefoot all over the yard. He and his bodyguard dog. I thought..it’s only sand of a different color. Step on it! So I did!
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Prior to my beach stroll, I told C how much I love fresh almonds. I came back to find this…
Clevelands kitchen
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Here he is banging the daylights out a bunch of almonds…oh PLEASE LORD don’t let those be for me….
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He proudly serves me this…dirty crushed almonds on a dirty leaf
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“For me???? Thank you Cleveland!”
“You said you like almonds and I knew you were hungry. This is what we used to do as kids.”
“Oh how thoughtful and sweet!"
There was NO WAY I was going to eat that!!!! We are not shipwrecked on a deserted island and I am not hungry enough to eat almonds seasoned with black beach sand. I sent him inside to get us a refill then sent those nuts and that leaf sailing under table.
Watching the toddler run, flip and roll all over the yard turned the disappointment into a good afternoon. He wouldn’t come near me no matter how much I begged. I took about 10 pictures of him just being a boy. Here is my favorite.
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After washing the sand off my feet, we hit the road and headed back to Portland.
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