Collected my bag now on the road to Portland...
I do what I do and basically smile, remaining silent most of the ride. Just taking everything in...the scenery, the people, the intoxicating Jamaica aroma. I’m so emotional right now as we glide the smooth road eastbound. The glimpses of the sea from the road had me wanting to request a stop so I can touch it with a toe or two, but I didn’t want my return to Portland be delayed a minute longer so I continued to ride and maintain the goofy grin I wear upon arrival to yard.
Saw the most incredible golden, ripe pineapples standing at attention along the roadway. Had to stop and buy one. Paid more for it than I would from my home market, but I knew it would be worth the 350J. Dude didn’t have a sharp knife to cut it for me. I had one but didn’t offer it. From the looks of his hands and fingers it was best he didn’t handle any thing I plan to put in my mouth.
He didn’t have change so instead of letting me choose, he selected an overly ripe mango that will probably be completely rotten by the time we reach Portland.
ooooh myyyy it feels glorious being back in Jamaica!!!!!!!!!!!!!
