Jamaica Me Crazy Cape Town

You might make me crazy, but Jamaica, my day!  I had a hectic day, many, many tears as my darling boy was returning to Canada. I was distraught to say the least! We decided to end our holiday together with a bang and head off to Roodebloem road in Woodstock, you know that shady area where self-respecting citizens don't really set foot. I tell 'ya, forget about the posh 5-star, travel agent recommendations and head to the burb, you can't miss Jamaica me crazy even if you tried!

Lovely place, just as I imagined it, buzzing with the most interesting people, eating, drinking, laughing, loving, sharing, chatting, twittering people, it could well be an advertisement for wine! I was starving, of course. My husband, never slow on the uptake, immediately asked our delightful neighbours whether they wouldn't share their platter for two with me, which, of course, wasn't a problem, as sharing food is like spreading the love, isn't it? Anyway, they passed on the delicious plate of tapas, which wowed my palate. If you're feeling low, need a lift, or want to celebrate a gorgeous evening, don't hesitate; head off to Jamaica, you'll not be sorry, I bet you'll be surprised and leave there with a spring in your step, or legless. Afterward, we threaded our way down the street, revitalized... and not so sad.