bierkergaard

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering. Saint Augustine I am still on a Jamaican Jag. Like Jerk Chicken spices that remain on the palate long  after the meat is gone, I think I still have a couple of weeks left here with processing the Jamaican journey over Christmas. So, I ask for your forbearance. Be like those in the Jamaican Blue Mountains, who are in the words of my ride up into the Blue Mountains and down back 6 days later to Kingston, " Peaceful ."  Kingston on Christmas Eve was a chaotic carnival and as we drove away and up to Mt. Edge Guesthouse in Desmond's Orange Honda Fit, I could feel the sweltering pressure of the social sea level dissipate.    Travel often puts new cards in our deck and we change in ways that would have not had we not left the confine...