Hey there, awesome readers.
I’m writing to you from Jamaica. They say that travelling gives you perspective … changes you. I agree. I’m pretty sure that since my arrival four days ago, the liquid that runs through my veins is now straight rum.
This is my first time here and technically, I still haven’t been to Jamaica because I haven’t left the resort yet.
That said, here are my first impressions:
It’s hot. Okay maybe that’s a given but my point is that it’s a manageable heat. Take right now, for instance. I’m sitting in a huge open area with partial walls and no air-conditioning and I’m still reasonably comfortable.
There are a lot (pronounced: A LOT) of mosquitos. Just to give you an idea, I got to witness my someone’s inner ninja come out as he spent the night walking around our room splatting the little effers against the walls with a t-shirt. This morning our room pretty much looked like a murder scene with dead mosquitos and blood stains everywhere.
‘Jamaican time’ is a thing. No one rushes here. Everyone is on Jamaican time. Seeing as we’re on vacation, this is a good thing and I think it has something to do with the heat. Regardless, there’s a beat here … a rhythm. And I like it.
Oh and speaking of rhythm, last night I was reminded that I dance like a white girl. Unless I’m drinking rum and listening to reggae. Then I’m a white girl who’s drinking rum, listening to reggae, and making Bob Marley proud with my jammin’ style. Rum lies.
I thought it was just me but I found this video that demonstrates how to dance like a white girl. (See the bottom of this post.)
And by the way, I did not do any of THESE white girl moves, TINA.
Tomorrow we’re heading off on an excursion. I’m not sure where because my someone planned it and I wasn’t really paying attention. When I asked, “But why can’t we just stay here?” He responded with, “Listen. I don’t ask for much.” And he’s right. We’re on vacation and I’m sitting in the lobby, writing.
Which reminds me. My time is up and my someone will be coming to get me out of my writing bubble soon. I’ll look up and he’ll be standing there, holding his dirty banana.
Get your minds out of the gutter, people. I’m referring to a DRINK.
Come back soon. I plan to tell you about our excursion.
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Thanks for posting a video that played only when I clicked on it–not before. (Usually they either don’t play at all, or play themselves in an obnoxious way.) That one was funny!
Glad you enjoyed the video find. I got a good giggle out of it too. 🙂