Airport tears

My friend recently returned from a sort-of-free trip to The Caves last month. She'd earned the trip through Aveda's rewards program, spending enough over the last few years to pay for the hotel stay for her and her husband. Airline miles paid for the flight, so it was basically free if you ignore how much she had to spend in Aveda products to earn it! With my inch-long hair and low-maintenance "beauty" habits, it would take a hundred years for me.

I ran into her last night, and she told me that she thinks about going back to Negril every single day, and that she literally cried on the way to the airport. And here I thought it was just me- every time we leave, all I can think about is how much room we have on the credit cards and how long it would last before we had to start paying it back.

I could be packed in a half-hour if I can get someone to watch my dog.

Sadie if I lived closer I would watch your dog for you as I know how I felt last time I left and this time it will be even harder as I will again be leaving my baby behind :(

many tears have been shed on that drive

I did okay on the drive back, kept it under control, maintained at the airport, but couldn't help but have a few tears I had to hurriedly wipe away as the plane took off on my last trip...

I'm starting to get serious that once a year for a week or so is not enough. We've got one going off to college next year, the next one two years behind. I love the old girl, but she's going to be 10 this year. I think that we'll be looking at longer-term options, short of moving, in three years.

In the meantime, I'm entertaining myself reading some of the really funny threads on TA. If you can't be in Negril, the next best thing is watching strangers fight about Negril!

Sades

Sadie,

Every time I leave...I am overwhelmed! I am glad others have the same experience...

The good part is, that feeling usually results in all of us booking/posting about our next trip shortly after returning home!

I tear up when the plane lands at Sangster! (and on the ride back)

I hate leaving, i feel sad, and overwhelmed

i always think about extending my trip and go through my calendars and schedules to see if its possible..

Even when i was there for two months it didn't seem long enough.. it never feels long enough.

It is depressing on the right to the airport. I never know when I'll get to come back. That is what the terribly sad part is!

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Originally Posted by tfw73

It is depressing on the right to the airport. I never know when I'll get to come back. That is what the terribly sad part is!

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I feel just that way too!
Tears of Joy when we land.

ugh, I meant ride, not right! lol

I was crying away on one of my first trips here years ago and my driver said to me that I should stop crying because I was a lucky woman to see so much of the island and that many Jamaicans had only been a few miles away from their home and that I have the opportunity to travel long distances. I did stop crying, but resumed on the plane. I shed a few tears on the plane still, almost every time, but try not to show any tears when around Jamaicans. .

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Originally Posted by Jamaica Miss

I was crying away on one of my first trips here years ago and my driver said to me that I should stop crying because I was a lucky woman to see so much of the island and that many Jamaicans had only been a few miles away from their home and that I have the opportunity to travel long distances. I did stop crying, but resumed on the plane. I shed a few tears on the plane still, almost every time, but try not to show any tears when around Jamaicans. .

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Yeah...I've been told that too - but I still get choked up every time I leave. That's why I try to travel on the cheap, so I can come back more often. I don't think I could wait a whole year to come back...


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I dread departure day when you are wearing long pants and folks know youre "dead man walking" and you have that dazed look and don't want to leave.....

I've been to Negril twice, I cried like a baby as the plane took off for home on our first trup. Our second was just for a day, we were on a cruise that stopped at MoBay and called our driver to take us to Negril, as the ship left the dock, I excused myself and went out to watch the island disappear. Even though I was just there one day, a few tears were shed.

One thing I know is that my heart is in Jamaica and whenever I leave it's emotional for me. July can't come fast enough, I want to go home!