You know at 30 some trips in I always find myself trying to play the old reserved veteran on the plane, but as Cuba slides under our wings my reserves slip away and there I am glued to the window,,,, there's Lucy,,,, there's Hopewell,,,, we are coming in a little hot,,,,, mouth of MoBay,,,,, ahhhhhh home again sweet Jamaica
Soon come Thursday
Darn charters have had us hitting the rock at 7:00 p.m. the last few years, but this week we land at 11:00 a.m.,,, there is a lot to be said for that leisurely roll across taking in the sights of the surf and hills as the sea salt wind tickles your nose, Hi-Lites, The Palms, Peters all de-compression stops. The down side being that early morning rise for that way to early morning flight, but that is oh so softened in the mind knowing I'll lay down to a tree frog seranade that evening
