Saturday
We awake this morning with the undesirable Jamaican dreads, the last day variety. We look out to our sunrise spot for the last time.
We head up and are greeted by an astonishing view. The sea is like glass this morning and the reflections of the pre-dawn clouds are mesmerizing. It offers a moment to ponder the value of looking backward, “What a great week we’ve had, Sweetie.” “The greatest week I’ve ever had,” says Sweetie Pie. “Yet!” pipes in the Evil Dr. Yes. The quality of the light in general this morning is spectacular as we are cloud covered on the coast but when you look to the east it appears to be mostly just a morning humidity haze. The Reliables walk by on the West End road. Every morning this week, just a minute or two before the sun rises, the Reliables have walked by with their dog. Waves became hello’s that turned into pleasantries. Today it’s “Goodbye” and “Safe Travels”. We snap some pics of the views and head down for Tai Chi.
I grab a pic of Sweetie Pie on our favorite terrace and then we do our repititions. We take a few shots after to remind us of this supremely serene practice spot.
We sit on the cliff for a few minutes talking about what we’d like to do this morning. Gotta get a last swim in so we run up and jump into our suits and into the sea we go. I know we spent a little while swimming but it seems like we’re out in seconds. Last swims are great. Last swims suck.
