“The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” — Psalm 121:8 …
Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє is a journey into the meaningful experiences of my childhood, discovering Jamaica just as I did as a child. It’s a path of transformation, exploration, and connection—where every stop tells a story, every meal holds a memory, and every twist in the road is a reminder that the most beautiful moments are often the most unexpected.
This isn’t just about seeing Jamaica; it’s about feeling it, tasting it, and truly living it—immersing yourself in the vibrant culture, rich traditions, and authentic experiences that shaped me. Through these journeys, I share not only the breathtaking landscapes and unforgettable flavors of my youth but also the deep-rooted spirit of renewal, growth, and the unbreakable bond between heritage and identity.
The Sweat and Tears Behind Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє
Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє wasn’t born out of quiet reflection or philosophical musings. Oh no—it was forged in sweat, food, laughter, and a bus that should have been put to rest long ago. This is Nadia—where transformation meets the beautiful chaos of an overheated Jamaican adventure.
Jamaican by birth, Haitian by nature—two cultures, one unstoppable spirit! I’m making the best of paradise with no real plan and a bus that should’ve been in a museum—if museums accepted vehicles held together by sheer willpower. But this wasn’t just any bus. No, this was a bus with soul, a machine with a story, a ride that refused to quit.
Imagine:
- No AC.
- Windows that had apparently gone on strike, refusing to open.
- The seats were so worn, I was practically sitting on the frame.
Prepared for the inevitable, I carried not one but two towels—one for my rear and the other to battle the miniature Niagara Falls of sweat cascading down my face. And the seatbelt?
“Clive, where is the seatbelt?”
“It unda di seat!”Yes, buried deep beneath me, hiding in silent protest against the unforgiving October heat. Yet, there I was—deliriously happy—bouncing along the island’s winding roads in this steel sauna, surrendering to the chaos, the rhythm, and the sheer joy of the journey.
Then came the day we pulled into Savanna-la-Mar market. Clive, the bus’s owner and self-declared boss of everything (including me, apparently), turned to me and said,
“Go get food.” No discussion. No negotiation. Just a gentle push into the unknown.If you’ve never been to a Jamaican market, let me paint the scene:
- Bright stalls overflowing with fresh produce.
- The rich aroma of spices thick in the air.
- Vendors calling out deals in rapid, rhythmic patois.
- The occasional goat casually strolling by.
Armed with sheer hunger and no plan, I wove through the chaos, bartering for fruit, dodging the occasional chicken, and praying I wouldn’t get lost. By the time I emerged, victorious and clutching a bag of food, I was ready to collapse. But Clive? Nowhere to be found. After searching, I finally spotted him behind the market, laughing with locals, looking completely unbothered by the heat. And then, just behind him, I saw it—a breathtaking slice of Jamaica’s raw beauty stretched out before me. It was so stunning it practically slapped the sweat off my forehead. And in that moment, I realized something. This experience—this messy, sweaty, exhilarating experience—needed to be shared. More people deserved to taste Jamaica the real way—the way that makes your nose run, your belly full, and your soul come alive.
And that’s how Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє was born again.
I didn’t set out to start a business—I set out to bring my childhood to life.
As a child every summer, I traveled from Haiti to Jamaica, where my cousins and I would journey from Kingston to Negril and back with Aunt Sophia and Uncle John, making a pilgrimage of flavors along the way. No jerk chicken stand left behind. No roasted yam untouched. No hot pepper shrimp untested. Each stop was a feast, each bite a memory—flavors etched into my soul, moments that have lasted a lifetime.
It wasn’t just about food—it was about culture, connection, and the magic of the journey.
I share Jamaica though Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє —the one filled with vibrant flavors, rich traditions, and unforgettable moments. This isn’t a tour company—Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє is an experience, a journey; It’s a chance to laugh, sweat, and fall in love with THIS LIFE all over and over again. So grab your towel (trust me, you’ll need it), hop aboard (don’t worry, the new buses do have A/C), and let’s create some memories you’ll never forget.
🔥 Warning: Side effects may include extreme happiness, excessive food coma, and a lifelong craving for roast yam.
Thank you for being a part of Nadi𝚊s.𝕃𝐢ƒє. Now, let’s explore, taste, and celebrate Jamaica—NADIA’S way.
Metanoia is a Greek word that means “changing one’s mind” or “repenting”. It can refer to a fundamental change in a person’s personality, heart, or life orientation. 𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚢𝚊.𝕃𝐢ƒє