Tomorrow we embark, forty of my Puerto Rican relatives, to Jamaica for one week. Insanity. Chaos. Earlier family reunions have included getting kicked out out of hotels for fighting, break-dancing competitions, dominos, and more rum punch than you can shake a Puerto Rican flag at.
I may be put in contact with a friend of a friend who is the hub of some Jamaican writers. It is always my intent when I travel, to meet writers from the place I am going to. We will see. I may be embroiled in way too much wackiness to even get out of the family huddle.
I wish myself luck.