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Bnewb - I know your car, I didn't post the shot I have of it parked on the sidewalk
Sorry I'm late this afternoon - power outage then internet problems. It rained a lot here today, fifth day in a row.
But, I have something nice to show youAt least, I think it's nice.
There is a family with about a half dozen kids living next to us. The kids are always out playing in the yard, more so lately because Jamaican kids get three weeks off over Christmas. One of the young boys got a big box of firecrackers for Christmas. How do know this? Well, he’s been popping them off, one every minute or so, since Christmas morning. He must have been given thousands of them. Why would a father buy firecrackers for his eight year old son? I dunno. Just what we need around here, more noise.
Speaking of family - - when someone asks you, “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” How long does it take you to answer the question? Three seconds, I’d wager, or less, maybe. Easy question right? But maybe not so easy for some Jamaicans.
We were talking to a Jamaican man the other day and Bea asked him the question. This man is about forty years old. He canted his head to one side and started to count. There were some ‘Ahhh’s’ and he moved his fingers and muttered to himself. Finally, after about 30 seconds of heavy cogitation he said, “Me ‘ave t’ree sistahs.” Then he started muttering again and counting on his fingers, “Ahhh, four . . Devon,’im dead, lemme see.” Then after a considerable lapse, he said, “Ahhh, me ave six bruddahs, one dead, so t’ree sistahs, five bruddahs, an’ me, dats ten.”
Bea continued talking with him, but I was wondering why it took him so long to answer such a simple, common question. Then I realized what the reason must be. He wasn’t counting up the members of one big fambly living under one roof. He was counting up half-brothers and half-sisters, several of whom he probably wasn’t raised with. And then there’s maybe-brothers, and half-cousins, and – well it could be complicated. It’s the baby-momma and baby-poppa thing.
If you’ve been reading this trip-report/blog for a while you’ll know that one of the things that I love about Jamaica is the natural foliage. Even the weeds here are beautiful. No, I’m not reefer-ing to THAT weed, which is quite stunning, but that’s another topic altogether.
Have you ever walked past something a thousand times and not really noticed it? Maybe not, but it happens to me. And just the other day, right here in Negril, something that I’d passed by literally hundreds of times suddenly jumped out at me.
We were walking along One Love Drive, just below Dead Man’s Corner. It was a little before sunset, so the rays of the setting sun were slanting low across the land. As usual, I was walking with my eyes down so as to not step in any dog or goat shyte. I glanced up to check my bearings and that’s when I saw it. A huge, magnificent, lone cottonwood tree, standing on the sea shore. Its leaves were brightly-side lit by the low rays of the settling sun. It was breathtakingly beautiful; one of those moments that stops you in your tracks. I stared at it, wide eyed and in awe.
The cottonwood sits on a small, rocky spit of land, directly across from the Quality Traders supermarket (the lime green building).
I snapped a few shots, but didn’t come anywhere near to capturing its splendour. Check it out for yourself one day.
