Christmas Eve in Negril. No, it’s not ‘twas the night before Christmas an’ no creature is stirring’ Nuh! EV’RYT’ING IS STIRRIN’!
Yes, very busy all around town. Crazy shopping going on, people buying up fruit cake by the pound and sorrel juice by the gallon. Much, much, much traffic. People in the streets, music coming out from everywhere. Police all over in town, checkin’ t’ings ovah, nah tru.
It started yesterday. In our walk to the gym we passed a gospel group at the traffic circle. 7:30am mi friens! They were lined up on both sides of the road. The ladies were all dressed up, the men in long pants and dress shirts. The preacher calling them from the island in the middle of the circle, the gathered returning in full voice. We heard a few ‘Praise the Lord’s and pleas to ‘Lawd, save de yout from de evils of rap music’. ‘Save our children.’ Not the first concerns I’ve heard voiced in that regard.
Bea made up some sorrel drink from scratch. Put the sorrel and some ginger in water, boil it, set for 24hrs. Drain and strain, add some cane sugar. Chill. Then pour some in a glass and add white rum top taste. There you have a traditional Jamaican Christmas drink. Yah, mon.
Sorrel
Today I am not posting much. We are relaxing, heading down to The German Bar later. Tomorrow it will be Christmas Dinner at Seastar.
Latah . . . .
Christmas Eve 2013, Negril Jamaica
Have yourself a Merry Likkle Christmas
