Love her, hate her
Jamaica and I are in a love / hate relationship. I love smell of burning wood and her gnarly trees. I hate her hustlers. Love her often somewhat run-down old houses. Hate her crawly creepers. Love her de-li-ci-ous jerk chicken, red snapper, or simply hamburgers at Rosie's. Hate her crime. Love her music, her stories and her people who really try hard. And of course her sunsets.