Page 10 of Jamaican Me Crazy Mon (The Vagabond #10)
Learning About Llanzo’s Business
A s Keisha and I step into the small, quaint beachside cafe, a sense of calm washes over us, like a gentle caress from the ocean breeze. The interior of the cafe beckons us with its warm, inviting ambiance, setting the stage for a moment of tranquility amidst the bustling world.
Wooden floors, weathered by time, lead us to a table nestled by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the azure expanse stretching out before us.
The sunlight pours in, casting a golden glow that illuminates our surroundings with a touch of magic.
The walls, adorned with vibrant paintings of the ocean’s beauty, bring a splash of color to the serene atmosphere.
Taking our seats, we sink into cushioned chairs, feeling the weight of the world lift off our shoulders.
The gentle lapping of waves serenades our conversation, harmonizing with the soft melody playing in the background.
We find solace in the intimate space, as if the outside world has faded away, leaving only the two of us in this oasis of serenity.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee dances in the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea. As we exchange glances, a shared smile reflects the anticipation of savoring the simple pleasures that lie ahead. Our fingers interlace, connecting us in a bond of warmth and affection.
The menu presents an array of culinary delights, tantalizing our taste buds with the flavors of the island.
From succulent seafood caught that very morning to exotic fruits bursting with tropical sweetness, each dish promises an adventure for the senses.
We embark on a journey of exploration, eagerly sampling the vibrant colors and delectable aromas that grace our plates.
Engrossed in conversation, our voices blend harmoniously with the soothing sounds of the cafe. Laughter mingles with the clinking of glasses, creating a symphony of joy and camaraderie. In this shared moment, the outside world seems distant, its worries and demands momentarily forgotten.
As we gaze out through the window, the panorama before us captivates our attention. The waves crash against the shore with a rhythmic cadence, a testament to the eternal dance of the ocean. The sun casts its golden glow upon the water, transforming it into a shimmering canvas of liquid gold.
With each sip of coffee, the rich flavors awaken our senses, amplifying the connection between us.
We share stories, dreams, and aspirations, finding comfort in the openness of our hearts.
The cafe becomes a sanctuary, where time stands still, and the weight of the world is replaced by a profound sense of peace.
I can’t help but feel a surge of pride as I talk about my excursion company. The passion that fuels my every endeavor bubbles up within me, eager to be shared with someone who has come to mean so much to me.
“Keisha,” I begin, my voice filled with enthusiasm, “let me tell you about my business. It’s more than just taking tourists on excursions—it’s about showcasing the true beauty of Jamaica, the wonders that lie beneath its surface and within its vibrant culture.”
Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, a genuine interest shining through. “Llanzo, I’d love to hear all about it. Your passion is infectious.”
I take a moment to gather my thoughts, a mix of memories and dreams colliding in my mind.
“You see,” I continue, my voice laced with nostalgia, “growing up on this island, I was always captivated by its natural wonders—the crystal-clear waters, the lush greenery, the vibrant coral reefs. It felt like a hidden treasure, waiting to be discovered.”
Keisha leans forward, her gaze fixed on me, urging me to continue. “So, I made it my mission to share this treasure with the world. I started my excursion company to offer visitors a chance to explore the unspoiled beauty of Jamaica, to witness its majesty firsthand.”
I take a sip of my coffee, the rich aroma filling my senses, before continuing.
“Every excursion we offer is carefully crafted to showcase the unique wonders of this island. Whether it’s snorkeling with reef sharks, diving into underwater caves, or hiking through lush rainforests, each experience is designed to create unforgettable memories. ”
As I speak, memories of past excursions come rushing back—the laughter of families as they spot colorful fish, the awe in the eyes of newlyweds as they witness a breathtaking sunset from a secluded beach, the sheer joy of children as they discover the wonders of the underwater world for the first time.
These moments fuel my passion, reminding me of the impact our company has on people’s lives.
“But it’s not just about the activities,” I explain, a hint of emotion creeping into my voice.
“It’s about fostering a deep connection with Jamaica, its people, and its culture.
We take great care in partnering with local communities, supporting their livelihoods and sharing their stories with our guests.
From sampling traditional Jamaican cuisine to immersing ourselves in the vibrant music and dance, we aim to create a truly immersive experience. ”
Keisha’s eyes light up, her curiosity piqued. “Llanzo, it sounds incredible. I can feel the love and dedication you pour into every aspect of your business. What drives you? What keeps you going?”
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I contemplate her question.
“Keisha, it’s the joy I see in people’s eyes, the spark of wonder and appreciation for the natural beauty that surrounds us.
It’s the knowledge that through our excursions, we’re not only showing visitors the magnificence of Jamaica, but also instilling a sense of respect and responsibility towards the environment. ”
I pause for a moment, the weight of my words sinking in.
“You see, this island has given me so much. It’s a place that holds my fondest memories, but it’s also a place that faces challenges—environmental degradation, the impact of tourism, and more.
By showcasing its beauty and fostering a deep appreciation for its delicate ecosystems, I hope to inspire others to become stewards of this land. ”
Keisha’s gaze softens, a deep understanding passing between us. She reaches across the table, her hand finding mine, and I feel a connection that goes beyond words.
“Llanzo,” she says, her voice filled with warmth, “your passion for this island and its people is truly inspiring. I can see why you’ve dedicated yourself to sharing its beauty with the world.
It’s not just about the excursions; it’s about making a difference, creating awareness, and fostering a love for this place. ”
Her words resonate deeply within me, affirming the purpose that drives me each day. The weight of my responsibility as a custodian of Jamaica’s natural wonders feels both humbling and empowering.
As the sun begins its descent, casting a fiery glow across the horizon, we sit in comfortable silence, the sounds of the waves providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts.
In this moment, I realize that Keisha not only understands my passion, but she embraces it, supporting me in my mission to showcase the beauty of Jamaica.
I reach out and gently squeeze her hand, a silent gesture of gratitude. “Keisha, thank you for listening, for understanding the essence of what I do. Your presence in my life has brought an added sense of purpose and joy.”
A soft smile graces her lips, and her eyes meet mine with a depth of understanding. “Llanzo, I believe in you and the impact you’re making. Together, we can continue to inspire others and make a difference in the world.”
In that moment, as the sun dips below the horizon, I am filled with a renewed sense of hope. As we sit there, the fading light painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The bond between us grows stronger, our shared dreams intertwining, as we revel in the magic of this island paradise.
As the night settles in, we rise from our seats, our hearts filled with anticipation for the adventures that await us.
We walk along the moonlit beach, ready to embrace the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead.
And with each step, the echoes of our shared purpose resonate in harmony with the gentle lapping of the waves.
We continue to weave our stories into the fabric of Jamaica.