I spent my formative years (from about the age of 11 to 23) taking family trips to Jamaica so I suppose the Caribbean spirit captured me pretty early on. I like to think that I understand a bit of the Jamaica patois after all this time, but the St. Lucian Creole blend is pretty much lost on me. There are three main reasons I think I was born into the wrong packaging. 1. I have a booty that was meant to be shaken 2. I have a laugh that bellows big from my little self 3. I love the food! I also kind of feel the laid back vibe down here is just infectiously amazing and they look at little North American me and think I am wound up tighter than tourist braids. Speaking of which.... we all make mistakes- and sadly I am clearly not 11 years old here.