So here is our story. Honeymoon, 1993, trying to figure out where to go, saw ad for Sandals in Brides Magazine, started investigating, seemed like a pretty good deal. Food, drinks included, exotic enough location, easy flight from Louisville, KY through Atlanta to Montego Bay. Get there and the place seems nice enough, meet a bunch of people that seem to be having a good time. Meet a Jamaican man on his break over on the private island (we were staying at Sandals Royal). Start talking to this Jamaican man and he starts to educate us on the history and story of Jamaica and it's people. Every day for the rest of our trip, we meet him on his breaks, hang out with him after he gets off, etc. On the day before his day off, he asks if we want to go in to Montego Bay with him so he can show us his hometown. Of course, we would love to do that. We have to meet him across the street from Royal at a shopping center. If he was seen offsite with guests of the hotel he would have been fired. We had a great day touring the city. We came back 2 years later, to Sandals again. We came back 4 years after that. He moved on from Sandals and we followed him to another Montego Bay all-inclusive. We eventually wanted to see other parts of Jamaica so we started taking day trips to Negril and eventually we started staying there all of the time. We will be in Jamaica for the 26th time this February in Negril. Sandals isn't all bad, it's definitely what you make of it. I understand them putting up the signs. Ignore them like you do speed limit signs and other things you don't agree with. The Jamaican that we met now lives in the states and we talk to him every week.

M&M