I've been to Negril twice, I cried like a baby as the plane took off for home on our first trup. Our second was just for a day, we were on a cruise that stopped at MoBay and called our driver to take us to Negril, as the ship left the dock, I excused myself and went out to watch the island disappear. Even though I was just there one day, a few tears were shed.
One thing I know is that my heart is in Jamaica and whenever I leave it's emotional for me. July can't come fast enough, I want to go home!
