Where do I start?!
I really have nothing negative to say. It was just so good, I can’t believe it has taken me till my mid thirties to discover Jamaica! I can’t work out if I’m so drawn to it because it’s in my blood or because it is just such an amazing country to visit?! Yes, there is poverty in places. Yes, there is violence but I can honesty say I didn’t experience any negativity on my visits. Everyone was lovely and welcoming – I look forward to exploring more of the country in future years. I will definitely be returning as I just feel such a massive draw. I would love to see the small village where my dad was born and raised one day, which I’m sure must be so different to the England which was then to become his home. That 11 year old little boy arriving in London on a cold January afternoon in sandals and shorts – he didn’t even own a pair of trousers or closed toe shoes (why would he?!). My grandad and grandmother were so brave taking that step with their family to offer them what they felt would be a wonderful opportunity for their 10 children – such a courageous decision to make. My father and his siblings have all individually led full and adventurous lives and that is thanks to the example that was set to them at such a young age. Follow your dreams, be daring, be brave but the most important lesson which has come right through to my generation and I will be giving it to my children is that family is everything – we must always stick together no matter, where in the world you end up or what different paths our lives may take us on. We are bound by blood and nothing will change that. Each and every one of us will always be there to catch each other when we fall.
I’d like to finish this month’s blog by highlighting that although my mother was English (from an extremely middle class family – setting the scene), she was influenced most by my Jamaican grandmother when it came to bringing up her children. She learned to cook from her and also to keep an open-house, where all her children, grandchildren, in fact anyone from the family or who was a close friend of the family was always welcome and when you went to Grandma’s you would never leave hungry! My mum ran a similar house – I grew up never feeling lonely, always wanting to be at home – never trying to escape but in fact always drawing closer and bringing all my friends into my living environment – sharing the love my mum had given to me. So sadly, as most of you know, I lost my mum to cancer when I was 25 but that love, that love she shone on us, I will continue to shine and spread and those lessons from my grandmother all those years ago live on in me and my family.I NOW REALISE JAMAICA IS MY HOME TOO……XXXXTo see what really went down under the Jamaican sun check out my JAMAICA HOLIDAY VLOG on youtube.