I could not stay away from Negril. Jamaica is calling my name. I see Negril in way the wind blows through the palm fronds in Los Angeles, in the way the moon shines at night, in the way that every turn on every street reminds me of motoring along One Love Drive on my scooter.
I am coming back tonight. I am really feeling liberated. I love Jamaica so much, especially Negril, and I MUST be there. There's a special place in my heart for Negril, for the Seastar Inn, for all the magnificent snorkel spots and restaurants and -- now -- a lot of good friends, some of whom I've only met through the board. But that's all about to change.
Ya mon.
At LAX, waiting for my flight. It's going to be a good trip.
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