Actually, Jamaica. What could go wrong?

Leticia got her way as always. Holiday they would, but not the Mediterranean. If she was to get herself on a plane, it sure needed to be for a good reason.

The heat of the Caribbean hit them as they came out of the cold plane. The sound, too. Airports are always loud. It was noon. The sky was so blue, the light was so radiant, Leticia couldn't believe she hadn't insisted herself to fly away. Sleeping under a wooden roof with warm air flowing, drinking cold Coke, eating pork ribs... this was going to be so relaxing.