Oh, yeah, about Jamaica...

I guess I never really told you all anything about our trip...

It was 80 degrees by 10:00 every morning. The sun was only really hot between 1:00 and 4:00 in the afternoon, but all you had to do was get under a palm tree and enjoy the cool, gentle ocean breeze for relief. There were no real waves, the ocean was like glass. The air smelled normal, no salt or dead fish smells. It may have occasionally been cloudy in the distance, but it was always sunny in the coastal lowlands where we were. The water was a beautiful blue, but Caribbean green in the sandy areas, and always cool when you had overheated in the sun.

We slept in until at least 10:00 every day but one. We'd wake up, cover our bed-head hair (maybe that was just me,) and go grab some breakfast in our swim suits. Then we'd grab our supplies and hit the beach or maybe one of the three swim pools. Then we'd have lunch whenever we felt like it, in between our drinks which kept coming all day. (I actually drank a LOT of straight cranberry juice on ice, it complimented the sun perfectly.) After lunch we usually found an activity to do. We kayaked, snorkeled, shopped, took in a scheduled event, toured the resort, whatever sounded good. Then we'd grab a little more sun (or not) and head back to the room for a little siesta. Whenever we woke up we'd shower and head to the buffet or off to one of our dinner reservations. Then we'd take in some of the scheduled entertainment or relax in our rooms, and hit the disco every night at 11:00 pm. We were usually in bed by 2:00 am.

We had planned on getting massages, going out on a Hobie Cat, riding a couple of Jet Ski's and taking in at least one local tour, but just didn't get to any of it. That kinda stunk, but I don't think we really missed too much.

The best parts of our trip were pretty basic. Warm sun, beautiful water, relaxing and a complete lack of any responsibilities. Time together. Pretty women in bikinis. Yeah, they were everywhere. A company was using our resort as a location for their photo shoot, and they had 11 girls all over the place making me look like chopped liver. But that's okay, let them go through three pregnancies in three years and tell me how good they look when they're done. I held my own for the most part!

The not-so-best parts? Umm... not really. Putting on sunscreen, that took a little time. Maybe we used too much? Choosing which bikini to put on? Yeah, Ken chose so that wasn't even difficult. We wish we'd been more sociable initially, but we did meet some great people right before we left for home. Yeah, we could have taken more pictures (especially when my hair wasn't in the 'I've-got-over-processed-short-straw-like-hair-that-is-naturally-curly-and-doesn't-look-at-all-good-when-wet-or-when-sun-dried' state that it was usually in.) Even when freshly styled, my hair did NOT want to straighten in Jamaica. It wasn't even that humid, so go figure. Other than that, it was perfect!

Ken was serenaded by Lady Patricia, a Jamaican entertainer with a KILLER voice, and he didn't know what to think about that. We also participated in a skit that was totally hilarious, and Ken made a bit of a dork of himself, but it earned us two free bottles of rum so it was worth it. I won a bottle of rum in a music trivia contest (surprise,) but I wasn't really even on my game for that. The people watching was superb and the sun was perfect. Anybody want to babysit three boys for a week so we can do this again?