11-11-2010, 09:29 PM
In '93 I was dating a Jamaican in St. Louis and he asked me to take a trip home with him. He'd never been to Negril, so we when there first to see Miss Brown and her family. My first night in Jamaica was spent at Miss Browns house in the hills with no luggage (lost). Was woken up by a chicken walking in the bedroom. I got the "real" Jamaican experience early in the trip
Finally got luggage and a room on the beach at Gloria's Sunset. Fell in love with the beach but out of love with the boyfriend. When he left for Kingston, I stayed in Negril for the last two days. Lost the boyfriend but kept Negril. I think I got the best deal. It's been a love affair ever since.