This is a Bag Juice. It taste like Koolaid. I copped it at a haberdashery that is right across the street from the home I will be residing in for the next month. It's like a bodega except built on the side of someone's crib. I've been eating good for the last three days. There's a cool lady here that prepares our breakfast and dinners every night. She really knows what she is doing in the kitchen. I'll post a collage of what I've eaten so far before the weekend is over.
My transition from fast paced New York City to a more calm island vibes is something I am still adjusting to. I've been getting a lot of long stares from locals. I am assuming it's because I'm the foreign one to them. I was told that would happen so I prepared myself for it and limited my eye contact (I love direct eye contact). To be completely honest I was afraid to leave the gated comfort of the house until I met someone on the block. This really sweet man that lives a few houses down lets us cyph on his patio when we want to get away from the crib. His patio is filled with vibrant green potted plants. I decided this area would be my focus of study when creating art for the next few days. We played some beats the other night and I went off with a freestyle while he was cooking inside. He was suprised I could freestyle rap even asked if I had that written or if it was straight from the dome. You already know I was humble but gassed!!! Especially since he mentioned my voice would sound hard on a reggae track if I collaborated a artist out here.
I visited the town center the other day. We took a dolla cab directly there. It felt just like a dolla cab in Queens. Fast, tightly compressed and the feeling of it not being legal. Turns out this cab probably wasn't even legal to begin with. The boys (cops) pulled up beside it as told the driver to drop us off as soon as we entered the shopping strip. I believe the ride was only JMD$100 from the crib to the center. I still need to learn the currency exchange. I would say it only took about 10 minutes to get there. The center was just like the Ave. if you know what a Ave. is you know what I am talking about. School kids everywhere chilling waiting for their friends. Women carrying shopping bags being hollered at by cab drivers reaching for their bags so that they can be given a ride. Men posted along the strip with their homies wearing clarks and white t shirts just like that Vybz Kartel track. Oh yeah and how can I forget the soldiers with their big ass guns and armor on chilling somewhere in the cut. Pretty similar to the environment in NYC just a bit more tropical.
Today I realized that I actually get to just relax and slow down, unwind and enjoy what I worked so hard to experience. The beauty of the island and the calm mountain breeze really allows for the mind to chill. I'm in Jamaica and it ain't Jamaica Ave. no more!! STAY TUNED FOR MORE UPDATES!
PURA VIDA MINGO 9:44AM 6/23/2018 SPANISH TOWN JAMAICA











