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This time last week, I was still in sunny Jamaica, one of my favorite countries in the Caribbean and a place I once called home.
My trusted friend and fellow adventurous soul at the wheel–Lorraine has more than 20 years’ of memories traveling to the Rock–we hopped across seven parishes in eight days.
From Montego Bay airport, with a welcoming committee offering rum shots to passengers right off the JetBlue flight, we headed straight to Port Antonio and the renovated Trident Hotel, with scenic stops along the way, or what Lorraine and I call “paparazzi” stops.
During the few hours we managed to detach ourselves from our villa’s private pool and Trident’s infinity view of rugged cliffs and turquoise waves–once a favorite hideout of pirates–we swam at a nearby beach and snacked on Boston Bay jerk chicken. “One white and one dark!” a young man ordered for us with a smile, as soon as he saw Lorraine and I approach. Ah, that Jamaican memory! The >> Continue reading