The chicken at Scotchie’s is spicy and tender. When Bernard spots our crew at the airport, he greets us with an enormous smile and warm hugs, repeating, “There you are! Ya mon, ya mon, ya mon!” Getting Our Jerk on at Scotchie’sīernard asks, “Is anyone hungry? What do you say we get some jerk chicken at Scotchie’s? There’s nothing like good jerk to lift the spirits, mon.” Bernard’s jerk wisdom is spot on. We are ready to make lasting memories and deepen the bonds of our newly blended family. Now Roxy, my soon-to-be USC grad and Brian’s son Tate, a cowboy studying ranch management at Montana State are joining us for spring break. Last year, Brian and I celebrated our anniversary on the enchanted Caribbean Island. “This island has the power to heal the deepest wounds.” And he was right. Picking us up from the airport, he witnessed the emotional destruction and went to work nourishing our two souls. He had seen Roxy and me at our worst, broken-hearted and broken down after my divorce. Especially Bernard Suarez, our friend and tour guide whom we have had the pleasure of knowing for close to ten years. After all, there are so many places to visit in jamaica and dear to our hearts, mostly because of the people.