Trip Report - DAY 6: Last full day in Negril
Day 6 – Our last full day in Negril
if you missed the first four days you can find them here http://negril.com/forum/blog.php?127-Clarity
Day 5 - http://negril.com/forum/showthread.p...-La-Palm-DAY-5
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I woke up after 10:30 and realized we had missed yet another breakfast at Coco La Palm.
I don't know how people can get up at the crack of dawn on their vacation. The idea of being there on the beach to see the Jamaican sunrise sounds beautiful in theory, but has proven impossible for us. Maybe it's because I have to be up at 6:30 every work day. Our vacation is our only chance to actually sleep in..
I stretched out in the cool sheets and enjoyed the soft comfort of the bed.. I gazed up at the swirling ceiling fan and just listened to the sound of the surf.. the sound of the birds in the trees.. the sound of reggea music in the distance from the beach bar..
I looked down my legs.. They were so tan now that they almost looked like they belonged to someone else! There is nothing that compares to that feeling you get after a few days in Jamaica..After days of laying in the warm sun and walking through the soft sand, swimming in the salty ocean..eating the good food... It's like an all over transformation. I felt so good..
Then the realization that this was our last day in Negril hit me like a ton of bricks..
NO.....no.......
I was determined to not let this cast a dark cloud over my day.
Even though the feeling of sadness at the prospect of leaving was so much stronger than anything I'd ever experienced before...
I decided to just be in the moment and try not think about how our trip was coming to an end. I was just going to stay in the eternal vacation mindset and imagine that this was just yet another day of many days in paradise.
And I managed to keep that mindset and a brave face the entire day... except for when I stood on the cliffs gazing at that last beautiful Jamaican sunset, but I'm getting ahead of myself...
I woke up Markus and we enjoyed fresh brewed coffee together on the balcony again.
Then we decided to skip breakfast and head straight to the beach. The weather was beautiful and we didn't know if rain would hit again in the afternoon like it had yesterday and the day before.
We found 2 perfect loungers again and gazed at the beach before us..
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We waded into the water and swam around together in the warm crystal clear water.
Someone parasailed overhead.. His bathingsuit trunks had gotten caught on the seat, so he was flying above proudly exposing a full moon to everyone below. I couldn't help but laugh involuntarily at the sight along with the crowd of people below.
Eventually I climbed out of the water and slid back into the lounger to enjoy the sunshine.
I closed my eyes and then I heard it..
“Three little Birds”
Someone was singing it on the beach while strumming his guitar.
My brother used to play that on the guitar and his voice was so similar. I had a flashback of sitting in his bedroom back in New York while he sat on the floor singing that song... I remembered my brothers smile and his laugh. I remembered our times together when he last came to visit me in San Francisco and our talks about visiting Jamaica together.
My eyes filled with tears and I kept them closed.
I remembered watching my brother hang two flags up on his bedroom wall. One flag was a Puerto Rican flag and another was a Jamaican flag. The two places he longed to travel to. He made it to Puerto Rico. He had traveled to San Juan two months before he passed away.
He never made it to Jamaica.
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My brother, Jared
Rise up this morning
smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you:"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
Every little thing is gonna be all right....
As the words of this song drifted across the beach, I felt his presence at that moment, stronger than ever before and I just let myself cry. It was healing and therapeutic. This trip was so meaningful to me in a way that I can't adequately describe in this travel report. There is something about Jamaica that strips everything away. It leaves you exposed and vulnerable. Forcing you to face the pain in your life that you try to hide away, Only after going through that can you truly see the beauty.
After a while, Markus returned. The sun had dried the tears from my cheeks and I was feeling calm now.. at peace.
“Ready to eat something?” He asked.
I nodded.
Markus took my hand in his and we walked across the street to enjoy some more Jerk Chicken at Best in the West.