7/20/14 - sunday, day 17

Counting down the hours is painful but that’s how some of us torture ourselves when time to depart is close. Counting days, then hours. As of 7:00 AM I have 56 hours remaining in Jamaica. Two and a half days. The sunshine is calling you Vi. Pay attention to it!! Get up and get out.

I called Mr. B to ask him to take me to a breakfast spot. Became a little disappointed when he said he was not in the area. He takes a young girl to work five times a week standard so I couldn’t disrupt that arrangement just for a breakfast drop off. After that he has to run a business errand.

Oh well…can’t sit around waiting so I head out on foot down the lane to seek a ride. Once I got to the end of the lane, I decided to continue walking towards the round about. I wanted to take pictures of the boats under the bridge. To avoid a certain money changing turd, I decided to cross the street before getting to the Value Master parking lot. Traffic was non-stop so getting to the other side took timing and skill. I possessed neither that morning and almost got ran over by a corolla and bike. Screeching tires…blaring horns…yelling! Lots of yelling. Shook me up so bad I forgot about taking the picture and was way beyond the point before I remembered. It wasn’t the drivers’ fault…I missed judged and almost caused a bad accident. Timing and attention are a must when crossing the street in front of the bank and Burger King.

A car slows up and stops beside me. I got excited thinking it was Mr. B. The driver asked if I needed a ride. I accepted just so I could stop walking and prevent another near miss calamity.

“You muss be careful crossing de road.”
“You saw that?”
“Ya mon. You muss keep your eyes pon where you walk. The drivas dem can’t watch out fe people who walk with confusion.”
“Thanks. (kissteet) I’ll keep that in mind.”
“No problem. You going to de beach?”
“Yes, but not now. I’m going to have breakfast first at Sweet Spice.”
“Sweet Spice???”
“Yes???”
“It’s de odda way.”

He slows and turns around. Darn, I forgot Sweet Spice isn’t on the beach road. I guess he’s going to charge me more for the whip around and extra driving.

Surprised, he didn’t, but made me sit still while he wrote down his contact information for me. The number was good as trashed until he said…

“You don’t have to call me. No pressha…no pressha, my dear. But if you get lonely and want nice, respectable conversation then ring me. David. Me name David. Not married. No girlfriend. No lova. Juss me alone.”

I watch him pen his digits then tear it from the corner of a book. His face was serious but his eyes were kind and trusting. “Thanks David. Keep the change for the trouble.” He smiled. His smile completely changed his facial form. Like I was looking at different person. Maybe someone who should know my name and number?? I waited for a big stray dog to pass the doorway before getting out of the car and entering the restaurant. I’m so afraid of dogs.