It's been a while since I had my last post. A lot is going on, and I figured, IT'S TIME TO WRITE! SO, as I approach the celebration of my 20th blog post, I figured it would be best to blog about my most recent vacation; after all, this is a Travel Blog! :) But forgive me if this one doesn't come off like my normal blogs, cause I'm going to tell you now, it's not! This is going to be more like a conversation. No tips. No new websites to use, but just pure and utter truth behind what I experienced and witnessed while being in the Island of Jamaica.
Jamaica is honestly a beautiful place. The greenery, the people, and the atmosphere make you feel very comfortable. I stayed at the RIU Montego Bay, and the hotel was nice. Very easy check in, the grounds were magnificent, three large bar areas, a swim up bar in a pool, four large eating areas, beach views and the whole nine. I mean you could not help but to love every piece and bit of this place; shout out to my God sis for picking such an excellent resort for her wedding.
Other than a few mishaps and not getting to see the rest of the island, I truly appreciated every aspect of the RIU Montego Bay and Jamaica. Now that we have that out the way let's get down into the "tea."
So, as a New Yorker, I have been exposed to different cultures and ethnicities. The West Indian culture is one that I know the most of; my grandfather is West Indian. So, when it comes to mannerisms and culture, I'm no rookie. With that being said, Jamaica felt very familiar. Nothing was done or said to make me feel too much out of the loop or too much like an "outsider." Taking in the people, their sayings and approach was easy....it was like being back home in Flatbush, Brooklyn or Jamaica, Queens. I was able to see it on a larger scale, especially from the men.
Yes, the men. As a female who has had her fair share of West Indian men, I was not surprised at the way I was being spoken to. Easy gestures and sayings like "Waah gwaan fluffy" was not startling to me like I said, it was familiar. But, the abundance of it wasn't. Now, I'm not here to say I'm a Beyonce or Ms. Halle, but this is what was occurring; literally right when we got off the plane. But, I saw this from so many different areas. Women from all over, primarily women of color, were a sight for sore eyes on the island ... And the Resort. So, it then dawned on me......THIS is how STELLA GOT HER GROOVE BACK!
Now, before you get mad and close out this blog, here me out! Other than my god sister and a few others; whom I can count on one hand, have been to Jamaica with their significant other. EVERYONE ELSE WENT WITH THIER FRIENDS! Coincidence?? Hell No!! Honestly, Jamaica is the same place for women, as the Dominican Republic is for men....a place of eye candy connections and flirtatious follow-ups. At least, this is how I perceived it. The locals came in from all corners of Jamaica, and different walks of life...and these men came in by the "trailer load" (if you caught that reference, you're my type of person ;) But seriously, they were. The drivers from the transfer buses, the people who took you on tours, the canoe guys who were selling all "tings Jamaican," and I mean ALL TINGS! Down to the resort entertainment, workers and security guards! They were talking that talk! And did it WELL. Not only were Jamaicans doing it, but even men who were staying at the RIU. It was as if you could find any "single" man anywhere....at least that's what they would say. Now, I did not fall into the trap of slow talking salesmen, but I did see a few who did. Large groups of women who together were definitely in the eye of the beholders and they knew it! It's like; this was what you were supposed to do. You're never supposed to NOT be with your ladies in Jamaica, cause you will definitely have a great time ...AND all eyes will be on you. Jamaica is not small; there seems to be enough to go around.
There were no complaints, and during my vacation, it slowly became evident that this was normal. Now I'm not saying that this doesn't happen anywhere else in the world and that girls only go to Jamaica to get themselves a "badman" or "Rasta." No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying, that somewhere, in some group of women, this is the objective...and there is nothing wrong with that. Especially, when the men are that forthcoming. All I'm saying is, going to Jamaica, for some, can be summed up in one saying "Whatever happens in Jamaica, NEVER HAPPENED ;)"