Town was quiet. Typical Sunday in Port Antonio. Folks slow down early and continue that pace into the night. A day of resting in the truest sense.

I wasn’t saying much as we rode down the almost deserted streets. I wasn’t even watching the outside pass by like I usually do. I lingered in deep thought thinking about the pleasant afternoon and hoping the days ahead of me will just as nice.

I did wonder if my driver got my red stripe but didn’t feel like hearing the excuses. I’ll have him stop at the supercenter on the way to the hotel.