Our first stop after picking up my sister and her then-fiancé-now-husband (!) in Kingston was my grandfather’s house in Red Berry (or Redberry, depending on who you ask – more on that when my sister guest posts tomorrow).
My grandfather is hilarious and full of dirty jokes (that I realized I must now be old enough to hear because I certainly don’t remember being privy to them before!) and he opened up his house to our big crew for a few days off the beaten path before our trip to Ocho Rios. He also has the same exact face as my dad:
Redberry (that’s what I’m going to go with) is teeny tiny and definitely not on the map. It’s also full of life and color, void of distractions, and the perfect place to wind down and relax. My dad grew up here, so he enjoyed telling story after story and showing us around the family property. There’s not much to do but take walks and eat coconuts and play dominos, but in my opinion that’s part of the fun!
Ryan immediately declared that he wants to move to the sticks, so while we were all worried about his delicate English skin in the sun and heat, he was plotting out his 10-year plan to end up in Jamaica!
It was so wonderful to see him get to spend time with my dad and grandpa, and I think that they really enjoyed it as well as Ryan has a much higher tolerance for the long stories and lectures and advice than I do, bless him. We spend a lot of time with his family but are usually so far from mine, so getting a nice long stretch of uninterrupted family time was just excellent!
The only thing that that we didn’t get to do during our time in the area was have a Great Tastee versus Juici Patties Taste Off, but we’ll leave that for next time. (I guess Juici wins by default in this round!)
Happy Thursday! (And more from Redberry tomorrow!)