Home Sweet Home

Flying to Chile when I was five.

Nathan and I have been given the opportunity to come home for spring break. His school year is divided into three terms and he just finished his second term. He made the A honor roll again and we couldn't be prouder. He was also moved up to a higher reading group. He has two weeks off and one of those weeks Todd has a Royal Ranger team to host on the south side of the island. Since he needs our only vehicle, Nathan and I would have been stuck in Montego Bay for a week with no transportation and I don't think I could take being holed up in our apartment with him for a week. So, thanks to Todd, who granted us our wish, frequent flyer miles, and my gracious parents who are letting us take over their place we came home yesterday for a much needed vacation.

We left yesterday morning on Air Jamaica and flew to Orlando. Now, just bear with me a moment here because I have to give a plug for Air Jamaica. All of the national newspapers in Jamaica (the Gleaner and the National Observer), give them a bad rap saying they are in financial trouble and they don't service their planes properly and blah, blah, blah. But let me tell you, I have flown both Spirit and American Airlines to and from Montego Bay. Both of those airlines have been late, the service left everything to be desired and Spirit wouldn't even give you a drink of water without wanting two dollars from you. Air Jamaica on the other hand, leaves on time, their service is friendly, they offer drinks and snacks at no charge, even complimentary champagne to coach passengers and most importantly their tickets were the cheapest. So, if and when you come to visit, fly Air Jamaica.

I had to leave our camera with Todd, and I didn't bring my computer with all of my pictures on it, so the above picture is one of me that I found here on Mama's computer. I've been told that blog posts are better with pictures. Even though I didn't look like the above picture yesterday on the plane I thought it was cute and fitting. I just have one thing to ask Mama though...What did you bribe me with to get me to wear that skirt?