Amy's Vacation Ch. 02

I've never been to Jamaica!!

I've never been ANYWHERE!!

Well, that isn't true. I've been around the US, mainly for cheerleading contests when I was little, but this... this is Jamaica!! Tropical paradise! Land of Bob Marley, rum and stuff I'm not allowed to smoke!

"Yo, Jamaica, mon!!" (And that concludes all I know about speaking Jamacianese...)

Our plane winged it's way down over the blue Caribbean waters and into Jamaica.

We got off the plane and were hit with a heavenly high heat that just felt amazing. The sun on my skin was much better that the same sun that I got in Michigan. I guess that it just feels better down here.

Daddy and I walked over to the customs agent who stamped our passports and then we went inside the airport's small terminal. I expected us to go to the rental car place, but instead, Daddy waved down a man who had a sign that read "Mr and Miss Strekal".

He was a very tall, very black man, in a dark suit and hat. We approached him and Daddy showed his passport. A large, white toothed smile erupted on his face as he looked first at Daddy, and then at me. "Welcome to Jamaica!" he exclaimed. "We are so glad you could join us!"

He took my bags and led us to a car. Well, a limo, really, with a huge back area that could hold several people. But, we were all alone. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat back to enjoy our drive.

Our driver introduced himself as Delroy, of the 'Oasis Resort