Travel Snapshots: Jamaica, Nostalgia Childhood Memories of JamaicaThe ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
― Maya Angelou

It has been 5 years since I last went home to Jamaica, having felt a bit disconnected to the island following the deaths of my mother and grandma.

However, the memories of my past life in Jamaica, engulfed me on this recent trip, even though we did not venture outside of the hotel. One taste of Jamaican cherry juice brought back strongly memories of days spent in my grand Aunt’s backyard pushing higher on the swings, belly full of laughs and eating cherries and almonds as they fell off the trees. Childhood Memories of Jamaica

Water straight from the Coconut just picked off the tree

I cried as I drank red peas soup and sour sop juice and remembered my mom; she knew these where my favorites and always had them ready when I came home.

Food never fails to reminds us of who we were and who we are today. Childhood Memories of Jamaica

Reggae Dance Class

The people I met and reconnected with reminded me why I am proud to be Jamaican. We are kind and gracious souls. Childhood Memories of Jamaica

Rose arranged for the chef at one of the restaurants to prepare my favorite, red peas soup, for my birthday. She surprised me also with cake and a rendition of  happy birthday. Childhood Memories of Jamaica

Omar: Very grateful for his job in a country where there are few jobs for so many people

“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”

– Sarah Dessen