Ok, day wasted, opps I mean a day of rest . Today we are heading to YS Fall. I love waterfall from Dunn’s River to Niagara, Alaska and Yosemite. We started early (Jamaican time). It was not as adventurous of Dunn’s River but more breathtaking. On the way back we drove down Bamboo Ave, stopped and took a nice stroll. We were with the kids and I wanted to see Peter Tosh Mausoleum. Mercy, Mercy, Mecry, I know there is a bud called herb that grows like weed but I was not ready to see it in a garden with the kids. Well, kids we are in Jamaica just don’t write about his in your book report. There was some thing truly touching, special, like going home to say goodbye to a family member. We stopped at a small mom and pop restaurant for dinner, which was very good. We are back, nice and tired, but of course the kids were hungry AGAIN. We walked around and more fast jerk chicken. Room Only with 2 kids is not cheap if nice meals are involved.

I wanted to view the sunset and decided to walk over to the beach. I got a few of the expected comments of hey sweet dawat. They are Jamaicans guys, easy on the eyes so I smiled and replied, good mon. Not too long before the offers of ‘getting together” started. Sorry, no I am not here for that. Blah, blah, blah, don’t be like that. Unlike anywhere it was repeated to the point of enough (different words) I AM NOT HERE FOR THAT.

The next morning I decided to take a walk with hubby, hey sweet dawta, I have all the energy for you. Yes, you do and a job will cure that. Now in the dialect 'his kind' can’t do a dawta right. Maybe they missed the fact that I am married, nope did not matter. Again and again even on the street. Ok,what’s going on, I don’t look that good. I started to complain about it and my cousin started to laugh. Well, you are a Jamaican with a white guy on the beach. Soooo, well they think you are a beach *****…AHHHHHHHHHHH. This sweet dawta a what, OMGOSH. Wait, I can’t be a BW, I don’t know how to swim, I would assume a prerequisite. Later I got offered herb with my kids too far away I was done. For years that was a no-no in Jamaica at least in Ocho Rios. I am not going to let that ruin my time but I am not going to risk it happening again.

Now more than ever I am looking forward to having fun at SATP and away from it all. I have never chosen an A/I as a hideout before, just someplace where I did not have to think about what to eat. We got there and it was quiet, almost dead. The place is amazingly peaceful and serene but not for me. The staff was friendly and the food very, very good. Still too quiet but it was fine to try some place different. The vibe on this section of the beach was a bit different but still offers to buy, this time craft, just once weed. However , the walk across the street, down a bit before hitting beach sounded better in theory than reality, especially after a few drinks. An evening stroll on the beach was out, something I always enjoyed.

What now, what do I do, where do I go. The cliffs, dear God let it be the reason I don’t cut this trip short. So far I have been called a BW and my hubby JOHN. At this time, I am think this place is the only destination on the never again list (returning summer 2012:-)