While standing in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica 3000 feet above sea-level, a Rastafarian looked at me and told me that I was beautiful, like a dream. That is my sentiment toward Jamaica. Yes, I went as a tourist but I have fallen in love. The blue, expansive sky, the brilliant stars at night, the ocean crashing against the shore – I can dig it. I look back on it and think, it was truly a beautiful, wonderful dream.
Below is a recap of my 9 Mile Tour, the home and resting place of reggae legend Bob Marley.
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