Coming out of our hotel this morning a 12 year old very white boy said, "see y'all at the reggae fest.". That explains the overwhelming scent of hydroponic wafting down the hallway. Husband lingered for the guiltless contact high. Now, was our young white Rastafarian really commenting that we don't look like a couple that enjoys the reggae? By calling it THE reggae have I proved him right? Well, I love the movie Cool Runnings so I think that says it all.