Informative Speech About Jamaica

When one hears about Jamaica or even imagines Jamaica the Sandals commercial pops in their head. Well actually more along the lines of a reggae concert, the artist on stage singing an oldie, men and women alike, some with a cup in their hand, just dancing and singing along with the music. More than likely in an open field or on the beach, bringing nature and music into one being. For me, Jamaica is more than just a place of tourism or the stereotypical ganja and Bob Marley, its home, its peace and serenity, and food, oh boy lots of food. You meet a non Jamaican and they’ll speak about the tourism or even the violence that can be found on our small island, ask a Jamaican and they’ll tell you that Jamaica must have been the Garden of Eden.
Pictures tell more stories of that trip than I can even remember, pictures of my nanny of whom raised me as her own child, pictures of my cousins and I sitting on our grandmother’s couch eating mango, one of the juiciest mangos I have probably had, telling by the large grin that showed my toothless front teeth and the juices running down my face and unto a big stain taking up half my Cinderella princess dress. My trips from 15 and up are very fresh in my memory, almost as if they happened yesterday. One memory that will last forever is experiencing Kool Runnings water park, I remember we woke up bright an early, before the roaster crows. We had packed all sorts of goodies from the night before, big foot cheese chips, cheese sticks, plantain chips, bun and cheese, we had made corn-beef sandwiches, we even had a pot of rice and foil pan filled with steam fish. We were ready for the journey from Spanish town, Jamaica to Negril, Jamaica, which is equivalent to driving from Miami to Jupiter Island. In total it was 23 of us, aunts and uncles, cousins and two family friends. Two trucks and three cars, the drive there was full of excitement and old stories, my cousins Francine, Jamila and Jolene and I drove in the car with our favorite uncle Leighton. We heard stories about he and the other 9 brothers would make push carts and have races in the neighborhood, as well as tell us stories about my mother and the other two sisters who were just as bad as the boys, playing marble and climbing trees. When we finally arrived at our house in Negril we were all so tired and famished and were ready for the campfire to begin. We all picked our job, my cousins and I decided to start cutting and cleaning up the meats that would be cooked on the fire, the males decided to collect fire would and set up everything in the back, and then my aunts all got the rest of the food ready all while the