First Stay On The Cliffs (Seastar Inn & Catcha) Trip report: Day 4 - 7

[Hubby-man]

I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of rum and poured two celebratory shots.

It was still a while until the concert. I tried out the bed. Attention: Danger! If you lie down you're not going to want to get up again. Hands down, we all agree, the Seastar had the BEST beds of the vacation. Pure Heaven.

A familiar sound made me rise. I turned my head this way and that to triangulate the source of the sound and followed it into the bath room. Through the small window I could see a mansion-like structure behind the building we were in. On a large second floor terrace people were sitting on cushioned deck chairs, passing a big smoke. One fellow was pounding on a large object between his legs. I finally recognized a girl standing by. The Seastar drummers! I watched for a while they seemed to be discussing rhythms and trying out new variations.

Next stop had to be the pool and swim up bar. We jumped into our bathing suits and grabbed Jamar.



Jamar and Daisy lept into the pool. They ordered up some Dirty Bananas, while I wandered the grounds in my trunks taking pictures of literally every detail of the pristine structure.

When I finally joined them the water was just the refreshment needed.



Daisy was now getting out her camera and eventually left to take a nap, leaving me and Jamar to some intense conversation about the impressions of our trip so far.

Both of us blissfully fantasized about moving to Jamaica, and what we would do if we did, and how it would be.

Steve West came on stage and tested the equipment. The familiar “Seastar, seeeeastaaaaaar!” started up, then stopped abruptly. Some adjustments were made on the mixing board and again “Seastar, seeeeastaaaaaar!” That went on for a while until Steve put down the guitar and sat opposite from us at the bar. Did he have any idea, that I hear his music every Saturday, when Daisy is glued to the computer screen during the webcast?