Rain for much of the day yesterday, thunder and lightning, and then it’s clear and a little time at the elliptical pool overlooking Kingston while two big, older Italian men wade in.
Red snapper and fried plantain, and now hot Blue Mountain coffee.
From the hills and villages across the valley: Cocks crowing, dogs howling, goats bleating. Along the two lane road, trucks and cars. School yard: Children shouting.
A long day ahead of transit to NYC, and along the way one hopes for good feelings inspired by a week at a spot quite unlike most other places I’ve been.
Chris Blackwell had the right idea when he bought the property ages ago, and so did Bob Marley when he came here to recuperate from being attacked by guns in his home.