I could tell you about the crazy bike rides along the coast, through villages, up mountains, bumping into O'neil Sinclair and the sweet jumps...
I could tell you about my favorite menus....
I could tell you about the great food, finally finding my favorite fruit again after countless trips and getting my
Bourdain on...
I could tell you about the beaches...
I could tell you about the view from our room, the morning commute and the crowds waiting to catch a ride....
I could tell you about all the ragin parties we went to....
I could tell you about my new dream chaser hero....
But rather than bore you with silly details I will tell you about......
I could tell you about my favorite menus....
I could tell you about the great food, finally finding my favorite fruit again after countless trips and getting my Bourdain on...
I could tell you about the beaches...
I could tell you about the view from our room, the morning commute and the crowds waiting to catch a ride....
I could tell you about all the ragin parties we went to....
I could tell you about my new dream chaser hero....
But rather than bore you with silly details I will tell you about......
3 comments:
I think I hate you!
Looks like you have a great vacation, welcome back to the mainland.
wow. I'm jealous. sweet.
I have a local jamaican restaurant in my neighborhood (and it's in a crummy strip mall as a bonus). can you tell me what I should order when I go in there? I mean, besides the jerk chicken.
Wow, that food looks good! Makes me hungry for some good ol' Creole cookin.
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