Day 1: Three hours and 1,551 miles later, I landed in Montego Bay, Jamaica. I was instantly greeted with warm air and even warmer smiles. The aroma of fresh spices and tropical flowers cascaded its way through the terminal. After a short but scenic taxi ride, I was at the resort. The Deja Resort is conveniently located on what is referred to as the ‘Hip Strip’, as bars, shops, and the beach occupy it.
Within moments of arriving at the hotel, I had made my way to Doctor’s Cave Beach where I enjoyed the white sand as well as a refreshing, Red Stripe. The pristine beach and a Jamaican lager was the perfect combination.
As the night progressed, we were able to get a taste of Jamaica. We ate oxtail over white rice, curried mutton, and jerk pork exceptionally paired with local beer, while being serenaded by a steel drum band. The flavors and sounds were euphoric and I immediately felt like I was a part of the island life. It was such a warm welcome and an everlasting experience that I shared with my mom. Jamaica had me feeling irie!
