Wednesday morning we slept in a very loooong time. So long that as we were getting ready for breakfast, our phone rang. Miss S was waiting for us. Up we go for our scenic breakfast. No salt fish again. omelet it is. It's not long after this the sinuses start for SH. Then the Benadryl. Then the loooong nap. Rained a lot yesterday. Lots of good reading. A mongoose sighting. Lizards everywhere. Loving this rain. It was cool all day. The rain moved out just in time for dinner. We went to Cafe Goa. The waitress rubbed her arms and said it was chilly. We had a good laugh. She had a beautiful singing voice. I still so clearly remember my first visit to Negril 8 years ago. We got in late. Ate dinner. Exhausted. Had a few drinks and went to bed. I woke up very disoriented, just enough light in my room to know I wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto. I try to get my bearings and that's when I hear it. A man outside the room picking up trash and singing. At the top of his lungs and from the bottom of his heart he is singing. I fell in love with Jamaica and her people at that moment and to this day, my heart warms every time I hear someone sing here, even if it's just a line or two.

Back to Cafe Goa. Their curry chicken was fantastic. I'm a big fan or curry and my adopted Indian family back home keeps me stocked up. Cafe Goa was spot on. Got some freshly roasted coffee. Back home, we found K Man and spent the next couple hours playing games with pen and paper. When's the last time you played hangman with actual pen and paper? The K Man is good. Such a smart kid, such a great sense of humor. Glad we could meet him. He'll always be a bright spot in our memories. The rain started again and K Man's mom came and got him - bedtime. I think she's worried he's bothering us although we've told her many time we enjoy his company. I'm even getting a few signs down. So the party went adult only. Rum and cherry juice. Rum and pineapple juice. For all the drinking I don't do at home, I make up for it here. Good rum. Good night.