Some things never change
WHEN I ENTER THE GATES OF ROUND HILL, THERE'S A BIG PIECE OF MY HEART THAT SMILES.
That piece of me, or my heart, from that moment forward feels like a kid again. Not just any kid, but one who grew up in Jamaica and remembers only the very best of her Island home. Even if you hadn’t grown up on this gorgeous island, there’s that childhood memory that tugs at you and has so imbued the person you are today that you could never shake it. To say that Round Hill captures the essence of that wonderful childhood would be an understatement. To say that it embodies the perfection of my fondest memories of my
