10 Years, 12 Nights, 6 Hotels, ONE LOVE - April 2012 Trip Report

[Hubby-man]

The standard white sedan pulled up. Wayne jumped out and loaded our tiny suitcases into the trunk. Daisy, on a mission to avoid checking luggage, had compacted our clothes to the density of a black hole. Wayne shrieked a little as he tried to lift the unexpected amount of mass. I rushed to help him. But he adjusted to a weightlifting stance and was done before I could get there.

We sat down in the back seat and were quickly handed another mood lifter in the form of two seriously cold Red Stripes. Man I love this place!





As we pulled out of the airport Daisy whispered: “You think he would stop for some Jerk for us? At Jerky's?”

For some reason we were both still very shy. So I stuttered more than asked: “Could you stop for some food? For some Jerk,... like at Jerky's,... maybe?”

“Ya Mon, Ya Mon. Jamaican food, Ya Mon!”

Silence.

We were all in a competition of shyness. I wasn't sure, if he understood we wanted Jerky's specifically, or whether that place is even commonly known around here. “But I didn't dare ask again, (...like, so embarrassing, right?) so we muttered to each other in the back seat, like first-timers:

“You think he understood?”

“I don't know, but he's gonna take us to some sort of Jerk place, no?”

“Yeah I think so, but did we pass Jerky's already? Where is Jerky's? After the next light?”

Oh, boy! Sad sh*t! Why am I even telling you this? I seriously don't know. Maybe, so you don't feel so bad, if you go to Jamaica for the third time and it seems at first, like you are still as much of a 'Fresha' as the first time you came. It's alright. Don't worry, it'll turn “epic” soon enough.