It's been 5 years since I'd been to Jamaica. In fact, I documented that trip with the first post I made on this blog. Personally poetic in a way as the first trip acts as a reference point that allows me to reflect on the friends that have moved on and those that have moved closer. Seems fitting considering this was the last vacation I took with my friends in New York before Jess and I move to Berlin.
We drove from Kingston to Port Antonio, spending a few nights sleeping in a tree house in the much more rural eastern end of Jamaica. Narrow, pot-holed windy roads made for a white knuckled drive, but we were rewarded with a paradise of remote bays where crystal clear lagoons of icey water from the Blue Mountains met the warm Caribbean Sea.
Later that week we met our friends at a villa in Saint Ann Parish to lux out the rest of the week. Butlers and all (which was both an awesome but slightly awkward experience).