Jamaica part 3

I haven't written in a while, so I want to get all of this in before I forget. After returning to the United States, I appreciated my time in Jamaica more than ever. Every day I think of Jamaica, I miss it so much. Between the days my dad and I traveled between small towns; Port Morant, Morant Bay, Port Antonia, and Kingston. In the Kingston Market they hounded me, every single person would say "Come have a look miss, come have a look". As much as I wanted to buy gifts for my friends and souvenirs, it was so annoying that my time there was short.I remember going through Jamaica seeing teenagers playing soccer; shirts vs skins or shoes vs. no shoes. Cows, horses, chickens, and goats all over the place! In Bath, Jamaica my dad, Mr. Aaron, and I went to this place Bath Spa and Gardens. Mr. Aaron is a resident of England, but originally from Jamaica. He stayed with us at Mr. Mac's house. Mr. Mac's house in the one pictures up top. Mr. Mac is my great uncle by marriage, my great aunt is dead. The spa was neat and a great place to relax. After that we were driving and my dad ran over a chicken. The chicken was crossing the road. Later on we headed to my aunt/grandfather/stepgrandmother's house in Morant Bay? I always confuse Morant Bay and Port Morant; to this day I still don't know the difference really. Being that the trip was happened so long ago, I don't remember what things I did on which days. Visiting my Aunt Joan was fun because she is a very animated person. Her three daughters are very adorable. In my next blog, I'll write about my time in Portland.