It is a combination of many things, but it's hard to put your finger on just what brings us back. It starts with the anticipation of the trip. Then the flight to Mo-Bay. The endorphins really get stimulated when they open the cabin door and the heavy tropical air rushes into the plane. Heck, I even enjoy the customs & immigration lines. How can anyone forget their first bus ride from the airport to Negril? Mine was in 1988, and the road was curvy and bumpy, goats and chickens crossing everywhere, stopping at the Lollypop for a Red Stripe, I remember it like it was yesterday, and I still look forward to the hour long ride. Once in Negril, we seem to become the people we always wanted to be, we slow ourselves down to the local tempo, accept the "soon come" frame of mind, and try not to think about the day we have to leave.