Rafting on the Rio Grande

“Bing, ding ding…Bing, ding dong…” In other words “Wake up, Vi. Get up, Vi.” The awful alarm repeated again and again and again.



Tuesday traffic is worse than Monday because now the weekend partiers who called off on Monday to sober up, are on the road on Tuesday. I’m not eager to deal with that at all…five more minutes…the alarm ignores my request and flares again. I reach to the left to silence the noise. Fumbling with eyes closed to feel my way to audible relief, I had to open my eyes.

WAIT!!! What a glorious realization that I am NOT dreaming (just disoriented) and I'm really in JAMAICA Tuesday morning, July 26, 2016. "Sigh"….no morning stop-n-slowly-go traffic today. You’re on holiday. You’re in Portland. GET MOVING woman!

I thank the loud sun light for the wake-up call, leap out of bed thinking how grateful to see this day begin with bright, weather-wise positivity.

Shower, dress then, oh yeah, breakfast ackee & saltfish breakfast with Sandra.

Sandra calls me to let me know breakfast is ready.

“I’m on my way.”