We woke at 5AM, were sent on a silly goose chase, got in line to exit the airport, but chickened out & goosed our way back to the gate where we bribed them to let us on, maybe we cried.
Everyone here is so much nicer—I mean, less French. <_<
We're in a city called Jamaica … do they know they can’t just steal names?
Almost did not get past immigration because I apparently sound American. “You’re from Georgia? Oh I’m sorry, that’s your name.”