So we were supposed to be headed to Jamaica with Sweetie Pie’s sister and brother-in-law who are, in order, the second sweetest person I’ve ever met and a dude who has settled in right near the top of my coolbook. Insanity and relaxation were to be the order of the days but work got in the way for Coolbook. He slipped a couple of positions…
When the hedonistic shuffle fell through it did not take me very long to come up with an alternate plan. Sweetie Pie and I have done some wonderfully romantic stuff – Mackinac Island, Bed and Breakfasts, A houseboat hotel in Saugatuck – but only for a couple of days and all in or around Michigan. We both feel like we’re at a place where a week alone in a tropical paradise will strengthen the bond between us. There are things that can be put to bed and things that can be awakened. Negril held a special place in my family and for me in particular. When we stayed at Xtabi the entire staff called me Family Mon. Sweetie Pie and I are going to create some new memories in an old haunt and shake off some ghosts. I started to get even more excited about this trip than the party plan.
So we booked! Then I got hooked on freakin’ Negril.com! I used to check this place out quite a bit in years past but it’s been awhile. Funny thing is the vibe is still very much the same in general. The trip reports, though, seem to have taken a completely new and interesting tack though. More blog like, less rudimentary documentation. I’m digging it.
