All I know is that it just gets into your heart and into your soul and doesn't let go. Maybe it's the people, maybe it's the blue waters, or the flowers. I just know when I'm there, I feel like I'm home and everything is right in the world. I swear it's an aphrodisiac too,the hubs and I's are like horny teenage rabbits who have od'd on Viagra. I can't think of a single thing I don't like about Jamaica. Hell I find the vendors charming not pushy. Maybe this makes me sound naive, no place is perfect and I see the poverty the roughness of the lives of the residents, but I don't pity them, that would be insulting....sorry about the ramble....anywho.. Whomever came up with the whole When you go you'll know line was a bloody genius.