Last year this time, I had received my press accreditation for Jamaica Jazz and Blues, a 3 night concert series held in Trelawny, Jamaica. Shortly after, I was notified that I had won a Jamaica Jazz and Blues VIP trip for two. I was already in Jamaica at the time and brought down one of my good friends, Tequila, for her very first trip to Jamaica (which turned into 1 of 4 for the year).

Tonight is the first night of the 3 day festival. In between conference calls and other work, I’m tidying up my apartment and packing my bags for the weekend. But instead of my black skinny jeans, cute tops and wedges, I’m throwing in my swimsuits, slippers and a huge appetite. Why?

Because Portland’s calling…

I can’t believe that I’ve been on the island for 2 months and haven’t set foot in my favorite parish yet. I’ve been so wrapped up in all of the events, activities and hangout with friends in town and just never got around to it.

Well today, I’m changing that.

In a few hours I’ll be packing up the Corolla I picked from Island Car Rentals and heading off to my piece of paradise on the island instead of Jazz and Blues.

I don’t have any concrete plans as yet or quite know where I’m staying  (likely Match Resortor Great Huts), but my tummy is ready for a full house veggie burger from Woody’s and some jerk chicken sausage from Little David’s in Boston Bay. I see a good bit of beach lounging in my immediate future too. And, if I feel up to it, maybe a return trip to Bath for a nice relaxing mud massage. Lord knows I could use it. (Check out a clip from last time below)

Whatever the heck I end up doing, know that I’ll be enjoying/savoring/relishing/devouring every moment.

All of you going to Jazz, have a blast and tell Romain Virgo I said wah gwaan!

Lata!

This post was originally posted here at The Absolute Travel Addict.