Sitting here in limbo, on the South Florida 95 Express bus, shuffling in my seat and looking through the window watching cars, buses and trucks creeping by. Suddenly, I remembered my first trip to Kingston, (Jamaica’s capital). My heart started to beat faster. I recalled going over Flat Bridge. I reminisce the water just barely hugging the almost dry river bed. The winding road never let up, while Mister Driver held his corner.

The ride into town was fascinating, however, a few gurgling sound was coming from the seat across from me. Dry head Sylvie couldn’t manage the trip and had her head buried in a paper bag and a piece of news paper under her white blouse. (Good for motion sickness). Watch it you know, because my uniform is brand new, just picked it up from Miss Ivy last night, and even though my shoes looked like a boys shoes it was new, too.

I stretched my neck as far as possible because they said we were passing Coronation Market soon. I had to see this market where Miss Nunn and Miss Tylee took ground provision weekly. Eventually, we arrived on King Street, and what a pretty place. I thought it was the most beautiful place on earth. The reality of my dream was driving to Palisadoes airport and going to Gun Boat beach. Well that in part was the insight of a ten year old, going to the big city for the first time. Now my luxurious 95 Express bus arrived at my destination in Miami and the only similarity is I am feeling like the girl with the dry head, who sat on that country bus across from me many, many, many years ago. Memories can surely warm the heart. I smiled as I remember every detail of that trip, it was good.

Jack Mandora mi no choose non. ( meaning conclusion of a story when being told).

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