Jamaica (now that I’ve stopped crying)
Jamaica. The word conjures all sorts of things for people — reggae, Bob Marley, Rasta, rum, sandy beaches, cliff diving, um … agricultural products, sun, sun, and more sun. For me it also means freedom and joy. I’ve always been a warm weather, sun-on-my face kind of gal. Much like my beloved Ptown, the place lives by the anything goes mantra, “No worries, Mon!” And no worries did we have.
One day during our trip I had two things on my To Do List: float around in the ocean on my floatie and, by the time I was finished doing that, I couldn’t remember what the other one was. Back home my Non-Blogable To Do List had grown to over 11 pages (I counted when I got back) and my personal list fills the first section of my dot grid notebook. We lost track of time, couldn’t remember which day it was, and had conversations like: “I wonder if they’ll have corn chips or cassava chips today.” I never read a single word while I was there, I watched the palm trees sway, the birds fly around, the water ripple back and forth, the clouds float by — I wanted to be nowhere else but right there in that moment.
Returning to real life has been challenging and there may have been a few tears hysterical breakdowns in the past couple days, but the temperatures have been in the 70s here and that has helped.
Here are a few of my favorite photos from the trip to Couples Negril. I’m busy working on my Picasa album and am learning to use my movie software so I can share some of the video footage I shot while there.
