Journal

Again, this trip is starting out horribly. It is nearly 5 in the morning and already I've been nearly trampled by suitcases, killed by escalators, and deafened by mom! Maybe I need this vacation after all...
Right now we sit, waiting for the plane to arrive...

On the plane-5:35
The walls are losing in on me! Aisles shouldn't be this small, chairs shouldn't be this close!

Charlotte International Airport- 6:20
Than God we made it off of that rink a dink, propeller ran plane! Turbulence was heavy, and I think I'm feeling sick! Oh no....

Charlotte International Airport-6:43
We are boarding now, and I am going to have a nice long nap on that plane, it better be larger than Fayetteville's!

Mombay International Airport-12:55
I awoke to the sound of applause, an elbow in my rib, and a dreary sight outside. The passengers had all clapped, and now I see why. The strip we were landing on was nothing more than a mall inlet. We could've crashed! Who would make an airport so close to the water! Oh god, take me home!
And don't get me started on the actual flight. While I was trying to sleep, the guy on my right kept jittering and moving about, while the one on my left kept stuffing himself full of candies and treats, just to dump the wrappers on me!
The flight attendants were rude also..
Especially this one chick, Ursula...bleh..

On the drive home-2:32
Customs was monstrous! People from around the world, all sweaty by heat stood in lines waiting to be asked on 3 questions, before being admitted into the country. Sadly, my family was one of the few who stood up there for more than 3 seconds on account of my mom having no contact information to present to the official. After a few minutes of pointless trying, the lady let us in, which says a lot about smuggling and hospitality...

I have to give my props though, unlike the strip, the airport was huge, clean, and colorful. The helpers were al nice, and tried their best to not show annoyance towards us Americans. Already, I see they rely

heavily on the tourism of Americans, seeing how currency exchanges are free yet not necessary, although Jamaica has its own currency! Weird right?

Anyways...after passing the exchange booths, we stepped out into a tropical dystopia. People were running all over, car horns blew, and the sky was over cast with gray. All of the noise, however didn't hide the ones of the older couple who had come to pick us up. Right away they showered us with camera flashes, and wet kisses, speaking in heavy forced accents as they said how excited they were. If only the feeling was mutual.
Nothing much happened after...except me being over ran over 5 times!

Home-3:02
Oh my goodness. The home is magnificent! Sitting up top a hill, completely out of sight of tourists, away from crowds, and foolish souvenirs. Its white radiates, and glows in between the green of its foliage. A red door leads us inside a home much bigger than it appears. Complete with several bedrooms, with attached bathrooms, and balconies...you'd think we were staying at a resort!
But really...all these rooms and I'm still made to share with sister? Really?!

November 19,2015
We awoke to the peaceful sound of the waves and wind which blew across the windows. A smell, a delectable smell, wafted through the house, which immediately took me downstairs. Here light music played, and oil cackled as I saw breakfast being prepared.
Surprisingly, the dish of Curry Goat, rich and peas, and breadfruit were, well really good.
Upon getting our fill...we hurried and showered in the shower who's rays were colored by the impending sun. I stood memorized for nearly 15 minutes.

We drove to the small private beach, where we built sandcastles with the thick sand, and waved to highschoolers passing by. They are different than us. Thy must walk the high hills, and slick streets, to their schools which are often overpopulated. They looked happy...
After the beach, we came home to a Thanksgiving feast of Patties, Turkey, Cranberry Sauce, and more. Needless to say, I am stuffed.

November 20,2015
We all slept late today, except for Mrs.Forrester who woke up to prepare our towels and breakfast. In the afternoon, we drove to a market, passing many soccer fields and livestock on the way. At these markets people flung their merchandise, and easily bargained prices. The people were surprisingly funny, and very accommodating. As we went back home, I even got a few honks from of the local men, talk about confidence booster!

November 21,2015
On this Saturday, we watched very good movies as the wind blew on us from the open door. A few storms came through, but quickly ended nearly as fast as they had begun. Their winds and rained rattled the ceilings of the home we were in, echoing loudly. I also tried a native dish that was very uh...well...in laymen terms..disgusting. It was something called saltfish and acaki

November 22,2015
During today's morning hike I noticed how beautiful the foliage was. The greens of palms were all doused in pinks and purples of wild flowers. No garbage was on the ground, and the sky remained a perfect blue. Goats wandered around, and I plucked a juicy June Plum to have as breakfast.
Afterwards, we made our way to the airport giving our sad goodbyes..and for the first time I realized, that I will miss Jamaica....