Kingston, Jamaica: March 29, 2018.

After three weeks of waiting, obsessing over checking the tracking every five seconds, ranting to family, friends and co-workers about Jamaica Post/Customs taking forevermore amen to get my snacks to me, I finally picked them up at the local post office!

I saw the postal clerk carrying the package around the corner and my eyebrows got my hairline when I saw the size of it. 3.4 kg of awesome American snacks, most of which I have never seen here in Jamaica!

My boyfriend was with me at the time and could testify to the sheer joy in my expression when I opened it up and saw the contents and subsequently claimed something out of it for himself.

A bit of sweet, a bit of savoury and a lovely postcard were all included in the box, which looked as if it had seen better days. Some stuff was a bit crushed, but I really don't give a flying fudgesicle about that. They can still be eaten!

It was totally worth it. Last time, my experience was not so great, as I didn't get a gift last time, but I think this gift more than makes up for it.

Thank you for making my Easter weekend awesome, Snack Santa! I truly am grateful!