If you’ve been there on vacation, you probably miss Jamaica. The laid-back lilt of the Jamaican accent that keeps time with the pegleg reggae beat.
The blue-green water along Seven-Mile Beach, lined with jerk chicken shacks and funky beach bars. Ah, and the thrill of taking your life in your hands to cross the bumper-to-bumper “wrong-way” streets where cars zigzag within scant millimeters of tourists, potholes, goats, stray dogs, and each other! The good cheer despite some of the deepest poverty you’ll ever see. And you get Red Stripe Lager and rum and patties with that — ya mon!
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