i have been thinking about Jamaica a lot lately.
i have no idea what the trigger was that unleashed this flood of memories from my time there.
i miss it so very much.
i miss the food, the music, the culture.
i miss the carefree atmosphere.
i miss the farm, the stream, the pavilion, the sugar cane.
i miss the school children from kingston, as they’d come home from school and play soccer in the street with an empty pop bottle.
i miss the teenage boys from the farm in st. elizabeth, who we’d chat with for hours on end about music.
i miss the smiles.
i wonder if any of these people remember me, or think of me.
i wish i had gotten their contact information. i’m so ashamed of myself for not doing so. i want to know how they are.
so many hopes and wishes still remain as a result of this trip.
[lesson learned: always get contact information for those who touch your life.]
