Jet-Setting to Jamaica & Back: Pit Stop in NYC

Let me describe to you what I’m doing right now [Writer’s Note: “Right now” really means about a week ago…this little entry was previously written in my Moleskine].

I am sitting in Jamaica with a huge mountain behind me. It’s thick with tropical, juicy trees. They are blowing softly, like when tired grandpas wave. I am drinking FRUTA juice. Guava Pineapple. It’s insanely sugary and lights up my taste buds like a fruity firework. The sun is creamy yellow and hitting the lines on the page of my Moleskine. Non-intrusive and barely noticeable, the sun keeps an impeccable emotional presence. Because it fits seemingly with my world. Jamaican air is seeping into the airplane, as the engine’s soft high pitched hum numbs my ears. That sun feels fabulous on my arms. My soft blonde arm hairs are disheveled and perfectly still. As happy as I am.

My Little Jamaican/Fort Lauderdale/New York City Experience (What I Derived from the Trip):

  • Vanilla extract straight from Jamaica
  • coconut rum candies (also straight from the Jamaican islands)
  • a blister
  • (6) Jamaican bracelets
  • awkward tan line on my feet
  • Roasted Blue Mountain coffee from Jamaica
  • two vintage Vogue magazine covers; framed
  • deeper smile lines
  • a small glimpse of the Cuban islands
  • a humid gust of thick Jamaican wind and a giddy desire to remember it
  • a newfound obsession for Pineapple Guava juice
  • the old fire brick tasteful experience of Ray’s cheese pizza in my mouth
  • the intensely calm feeling of Central Park in the fall
  • what a man’s business suit looks like crisply brushing his legs in a hurry
  • my breath against a window at Tiffany’s; briefly blocking silver watches
  • a suitcase that smelt of suntan lotion and sweet stagnant airplane air
  • a flight attendant complex that I am superior, faster and ten times more travel eloquent than anyone in the airport
  • a new appreciation for hotel beds large enough to comfortably fit six large linebackers

I'm cliche, so I take pictures of sparkly red Dorothy shoes when I'm no where near home.


Juicy tropic trees. Jaaamaaicaaa.


New York businessmen. Don't be surprised.


Where we gathered all our traveling findings.

Sigh, the end.

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University of Saint Thomas graduate. Minnesota-bred and happy to talk about the weather any time you’d like! Strongly believes any situation can be bettered by a slice of generously buttered toast or Phil Dunphy. Would get arrested to touch Justin Timberlake’s face. Always trying to be a better person by not wishing horrible karma on people driving slow in the fast lane. Hear more: @twitter @instagram


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