After almost 10 months of staying with us, my parents decided it was time to go home to Jamaica. I guess it’s only fair, we will miss them, but they have their own lives to live, and they had never planned on staying that long anyway. Of course, being one who never misses out on a chance to go home, I invited myself along.
So, on Tuesday morning, a few hours after Valentine’s Day, I said goodbye to my Valentine, and in the wee hours of the morning, we boarded a plane to Jamaica. I always prefer landing first thing in the morning so that I can take full advantage of the rest of the day.
It was a little after 9:00am when we finally touched down and after we cleared customs with little effort, it was time to take the trip home. After leaving the Norman Manley Airport in Kingston, there is a beautiful stretch of road, Palisadoes Road. It features a stone-paved walkway along the side bordering the Kingston Harbor. The walkway is a popular spot for walking and running or for simply enjoying the view and taking pictures like I did. On the other side of the highway is the ocean.
I’m a country girl, and I hail from Morant Bay, St. Thomas on the Eastern Coast of the Island. St. Thomas boasts beautiful rivers, mountains, bath fountains and waterfalls. We have the best and sweetest mangoes on the island, and I dare anyone to contest that! Our beaches are secluded, raw and beautiful, but I must admit that sometimes we’re often forgotten because we lack that “touristy” feel. For a long while, our roads and bridges were almost non-existent. Yes, there I said it! In the last few years however, after years of potholes and indifference to our little parish, construction of roads for St. Thomas has finally begun, fingers crossed!
Soon, within an hour after leaving the airport I was home in Springfield, to the comfort of where I grew up from the tender age of 2 years old. The house looks a lot different, but the memories are the same.
I drove by the Primary School that I went to, and I stopped for a few pics. I remember walking those corridors and climbing those stairs. I spent 5 years of my life there and when I left, I never looked back. That should change. Seems we always devote all our efforts and resources to the high schools we leave behind but what about these schools where our primary education began, aren’t they the ones that set our basic foundations?
By the end of the day, we were exhausted, tired and hungry. We ate saltfish and yams and it never occurred to me to take a picture until the food was all done. As you can tell from our plates, it was delicious!
First day at home was great, one down 18 more to go. Look out for me, sharing more of my trip directly from Jamaica!
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