TRAIL OF ASHES TOUR: The adventure continues as Gerry G returns to Negril

[gerryg123]

I had good dreams Thursday night.

I dreamed of the ocean, of snorkeling through the coral reefs and that little popping sound you hear as the fish nibble at the coral.

I dreamed of riding through the hills in my scooter, of eating Jerk chicken, of laughing away the hours with friends while relaxing on bar stools at DeBars and Seastar and Catcha Falling Star, of being mesmerized by Seastar Chris' life story that combines taking risks and working your butt off to succeed in grand fashion, of sitting late at night in Room 7 with Tattoo Charlie talking into the morning about our lives and dreams and our successes and foibles, of eating peanut butter n chocolate cheesecake like it was the last morsel of food on Earth, of sexy girls, of floating on my raft while Popcaan's "The Only Man She Wants" reverberates over and over and over.

Yes, this is really turning into a special trip. Whenever you celebrate life's pleasures, you can't help but look back at what has brought you to where you are today. No, I am not a millionaire. But I've worked hard enough for enough years to give my two daughters, 8 and 6, anything they want, and to be able to go to Negril as many times as I want -- and oh what a special place Jamaica has in my heart.

Jamaica is where I go to HEAL. It's wear I go to reflect, to feel better, to bite into a big lobster tail and let the butter drip onto my bare chest (except when out of season, of course). God how I love talking to fellow tourists in Negril about where they're from, what they're name is, and how much we share a love for this little vacation town that takes 16 hours to get to from Los Angeles, door to door.

It's Friday, and today is the boardie party. I can't wait.