I still remember this moment like it was yesterday. We had found our way to a village in the Jamaican highlands, far from the sandy beaches and warm water of Negril. We had befriended a bar owner, and the next day he had informed us that he would like to cook a feast of slow-cooked goat. In the morning, we sat with a cold Red Stripe and watched as the 'chef' started the process. He told us to return in 8 hours, as the late afternoon sun would begin to set and the humid air began to chill. We had thought that the feast would be us and a couple of the regulars who inhabited the bar. When we returned that afternoon, we began to notice a steady stream of people arrive shortly after us. We had asked our host if his outdoor bar usually became this busy after the workday ended. 'No mon, this is a party, for you!'
Sure enough, he had invited the entire village to feast and drink with us. 'When we eat, we invite everyone' he told me as he raised his Red Stripe for a cheers.
I smiled and was overcome with emotion as I realized the sense of community that was so important to these neighbors. Just when I thought the day couldn't get any better, this man walked up the dusty road and into the party.