Thursday, May 2, 2013

Jamaica Bound

I thought I was going to be exhausted the morning after walking miles and miles around NYC. Boy was I wrong. I was rip roaring and ready to get my boo-tah-tah to Jamaica! We made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare, and even though we weren't flying first class, it didn't really matter because on the second leg of our flight, we ended up with our own rows!

Nap time followed shortly thereafter and when I awoke, I saw this...

Before long we were landing in Montego Bay, making our way through customs, and then sitting in the back seat of a private car which would take us to our destination in Runaway Bay. The drive to our hotel was interesting to say the least. Apparently lanes are frequently ignored and are guidelines at best and speed limits are mere suggestions. I wasn't complaining though because we made it there in one piece and I never felt unsafe. Well, until we nearly hit a family of goats, and then I was a little concerned, but they all made it to the side of the road safely as far as I could see. The driver's choice of music was was comprised mostly of slow jams, some of which were slightly inappropriate, but I couldn't help but love when Allure came on with All Cried Out. When was the last time you heard that one??

Unfortunately, I didn't take many pictures while I was in Jamaica. Obviously I was having too much fun and was enjoying the relaxation. I even turned my phone off and didn't turn it back on until we were on our way home. *gasp* THE HORROR! It was actually really nice not having phone in hand (or pocket) for four days. During my period of being disconnected I played beach volleyball, lounged by the pool, lounged on the beach, played darts, played pool, played ping pong, and I even got a massage. The massage wasn't originally on my must-have list for this vacation, but after being crowned Miss Club Ambiance, I added time to the 10-minute massage I won and turned it into a 30-minute one. It was well worth the money. The contest I won also earned me a bottle of Appleton Rum, a paper crown (which is going in my scrapbook for sure), and the title of "Queen" for the duration of my stay. When I wasn't being called by name, the people who worked there playfully called me "Queenie" which I happily accepted. 

One of the best parts of my trip was making friends with not only the other guests, but also the people who were working there. From the bartenders to the entertainment staff, to the lifeguards to the maintenance workers, they were all incredibly friendly. They made me feel like I was at home. Maybe that was why I felt like I could live there. You certainly don't meet people like that here in California.

Here are a few more photos from my trip...

Obligatory feet by the beach photo
A crabby friend
Bathing suit #4
The last sunset

When Friday morning turned to Friday afternoon, I was beginning to get the blues. I wasn't ready to leave this little oasis and return to normal life. Ken was itching to get back to the California pace of things. Jamaican life is a far too slow for him. Not for me though. I could've stayed there forever. It isn't scheduled yet, but I'm already looking forward to my next visit to Jamaica...whenever that may be. 


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