Day 11 The Flight home

It may have been the flight home but we certainly weren’t fleeing (Jamaica).
On that last day the only thing we wanted to flee were the responsibilities that were exerting their gravitational pull on us. Well we all experience that, so it is hardly trip report fodder. I’ll relate two vignette’s from our last day that may be informative, I make no promises.
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I was sitting on a bench beside the driveway near the office of Xtabi. My chin was resting in the palm of my hand. I imagine I probably did look forlorn. Alfred pulled up, ready to deliver us to evil (OK hyperbole alert – but frigid cold, non-Jamaican surroundings). He looked at me smiling and said, “We don’t put our head in our hands in Jamaica.”

I couldn’t help smiling. My philosophy directs me to enjoy the moment. Not being involved in the present is, essentially, a denial of life. You may not like where you are at any given moment, but to deny it, or wish for the future is to wish your life away. Thanks Alfred. He was right. I was still in Jamaica and there were still things to enjoy. Snap out of it loser (me)!