The rest of our Trip Report - Catcha Falling Star & Blue Cave Castle

[Hubby-man]

While Daisy left to explore the area around Catcha and visit Milo at Banana shout.

When she got back she was ready for a very big FIRST of her own. Ever since she researched Negril and Jamaica; Daisy had been trying to wrap her mind around one thing in particular:

Cliff jumping!

What a challenge! We are talking about someone who until about a year ago did not like to be in water, where her feet could not touch the ground, someone who considered snorkeling an extreme sport, and consistently declared herself as unable to swim! “I doggy paddle!”

Now this anxious girl was watching kids and dads hop off the cliffs around the grounds and something stirred inside of her, like an animal instinct, a little chunk of genetic code that whispered from within:
“Ye-eeeees! That is who you aaare! That is what you do-oooo! Do-oooo it! Ju-uuump! Juuuuuuuump!”

She walked to the edge of the cliff, staring down at the swirling water...

“You go first!” - she commanded.

Ok , alright, I thought. I have done this. A few times. A lot of times. In fact, often enough to have experienced a variety of possible outcomes - some involving surpressed man tears and very red skin....

But O.K., for the sake of supporting my sporty-spice I'll go first.

So I marched around the bend to the popular hop-off point passed the signs, telling me insurance isn't going to cover what I am about to do.



I was in good spirits until I broke off the first attempt, some bad memories and doubts creeping in. Suddenly my stomach was jumping down before I was.

It's a matter of perspective clues and spatial understanding, something my brain could do, before I said my first words, that was now giving me a slight pause. Thinking about jumping from afar and overcoming one's instinctual inhibition split-seconds before the point of no return are two totally different animals.

I took a deep breath, told my brain 'There is no way we are going to withdraw from this challenge!' and I finally jumped.

I dutifully played down the accomplishment and in a No-Big-Deal kind of fashion handed over the baton to Daisy.

I'll let the video do the story-telling. But I want you to know how incredibly impressed I am by this proud giant of a woman I married.



To be continued