I came to this country with twenty dollars and three borrowed flannel shirts, in an Atlanta winter, which tells you everything about how much I knew. I am Jamaican. I have lived in Harlem for twenty-six years. I spend my days in private banking, which is where I learned that the numbers do not lie and neither should you.
Through My Lens started by accident in 2019, when two friends asked me to show them Jamaica the way I know it, not the way the brochure knows it. We had the best week of that year. People kept asking me to do it again.
Seven years later I still plan every trip myself. I walk the hotels. I meet the guides. I know which rooms are the good ones. And I still travel with every single group, because the whole point is the room, and you cannot build the room from home.