I was handed the keys to room 12, upstairs in the back. Technically, of the 19 rooms at Seastar, No. 12 is the most private. There is no reason for anyone ever to be walking near your door, there is a beautiful view from the balcony, and it's very quiet -- you can't even hear the music on a Saturday-night party.

Plus there is a high cathedral ceiling that rises probably 40 feet above, and most important of all the air conditioning works nice n cold.

I made the usual re-connections with some of the staff members at Seastar like Barbara, Rochelle, Garrett, Samantha, Alvin, et al. Then my long-time cabbie/bodyguard Shayne came to visit, and he lent me a phone for the 10 days.

It was just getting dark when the rain hit again. I had been traveling for 24 hours or so with no sleep, so there were no first-night adventures. I slept like a baby in my big, beautiful bed, dreaming of snorkeling and spearfishing, of jerk chicken and beautiful Jamaicans, of Roaring River and rum punch, of laying on my inflatable green raft on the ocean and letting my troubles float away with the soft currents of the waves.

It will all come true over the ensuing days, and that's a good position to be in. Ya mon, it's going to be a fun trip filled with memories that will last a lifetime.