I fixed my first rum and lime juice cocktail of the visit then took it out to the verandah to enjoy it. Such a lovely view. This drink is pretty darn attractive as well. ..mmmm Port Royal Gold, fresh squeezed lime and a trickle of overproof (W&N of course) a tall glass of mellow. I notice I wasn’t sweating. What no humidity??? Wow, no humidity and comfortably cool on a July evening. So refreshing, so appreciated.
I take another sip and feel happy I blended the rums and lime just right this time.
I love how the breeze whips the hem of my ankle length sundress sending it brushing against my calves.
I lift my glass and give a toast to my first night in Port Antonio.
Jamaica gives me permission to big up myself for little things like being a good mom, working two jobs to support my Portland addiction or helping my sister pay for her cruise. She’s going to have a blast without me.
Tonight I’m finally where I couldn’t wait to be…in Port Antonio, Jamaica and I can’t help feeling good…no proud of being here. Why??? Because I worked dyam hard to be standing here seeing what I’m seeing, inhaling the scents that only fill the Jamaica air and enjoying the harmonious songs of the local treefrogs. This first night needs to be savored and respected for a change. Maybe I’m finally growing up…
I go inside to get the mp3 player to add some music to this scene. The phone rings
“Hello”
“Vi, I’m making a run to Boston. You want to go see the new club??”
“YES!!!!!!”
“I’ll be there shortly.”