I miss the mornings in Negril

[Markospoon]

Ahhh, mornings in Jamaica.

It's just about good enough, even if I don't do anything else.

I never use an alarm clock .....(of course).

I can Just put on my trunks, grab a towel,
and head cross de road for a swim.
Water is flat, folks just waking up,
hotel workers reporting for duty.

The smell in the air of Blue Mountain Coffee!

Love, love walking out into the kinda cool water.

Waist deep. I take that first plunge/dive !

There is a funny sound when you first dive in the water,
the bubbles and water mixed together....Man I love that.

I do about 2-3 strokes under water, looking around, then come back up.

Glance back at the dining area on beach front.

Yep, those folks eating B-fast haven't moved.

I wouldn't either if I was them.

So, I just sit in the shallow, drift a little and do a few laps.

Soon, those itty, bitty little Silver fish, about 40-50 start coming around you,
Hmmm, I bet they are looking for breakfast too.
I make a move with my hand and all at once,
they shoot away.
"Hey little buddies, you forgot me!!

Finished....., I check out the seating arrangements on my way back to my room.
"No Coffee?? No Bacon Omelet?? Thee waitress asked.
What a cute accent J-ladies have.

I'll be back! with a grand smile.

I wash off the sea water, change into shorts and t-shirt.
Hit the feet with bug spray.
(once, early, the little critters were at my toes, even early like 9:00 A.M.)

When the staff see me coming, the reach for the coffee pot.
"is it hot, hot? You know how I like it.
I will wait for a fresh pot if it's just warm.

Take time.

In the morning, once I have my seat at a nice table (sometimes the bar)
wild horses couldn't move me for hours.

Kick back, look/day dream all around you.
The water, the colors.
Make images out of the scattered cloud formation.
"Hey!! ....There's Don Quixote"!!..on his horse!!

I swear, I stared at a tree 3-4 days straight, until
I changed my B-fast spots by day 4.

Once, at a new spot, I forgot to say "crisp" bacon....it came chewy.

After that, ......they know.

Pancakes and bacon, been eating that on Saturday and Sunday mornings
while watching cartoons since the early 60's.
Why change?
Well........maybe for that Cheese Omelet with bacon and toast.

My god, how/why does Breakfast taste sooooo much better in Jamaica???

Whenever I return back to the States, people asked what I did.

I tell them I ate Breakfast at this cool little Boutique Hotel on the beach.
They get a funny look in their eyes. ????

Oh well, I say....to each his own.