There is a moment in my Negril trip that I get a silly grin, when my body relaxes and the mind lets go, to realize, that It's real and I'm free. The worries are left behind and the adventure has begun. It's different for all the trips I've taken.
One of those moments is when looking out of the aircraft, I first see the change of sea colour. From Inky black to dark blue to a swirly agua green blue of the tropical waters. I know I'm almost there and the one hundred pound weight leaves my shoulders.
Does anyone have that moment? Is it when you turn a corner at the airport and see a familiar face? Is it when you see a familiar landmark or have a particular drink in a particular bar? Share your moments with us! It will be interesting to read.