I break down and buy another over-priced red stripe while I wait for my ride. I try to write a little but the handsome, middle-aged couple in the pool is making too much racket hugging and kissing and showing each other much love. Yuck!!
No, they are really cute and I’m just jealous. They are really enjoying each other as if no one else in the world exists but them and it is truly beautiful. I admit sometimes it's not fun being "Vi -- party of 1" when I make my Jamaica reservations, then there are the other times I wouldn’t trade that label for all the jerk sauce in Jamaica.
Okay, going to stop that thought here and will continue the “I’m in the mood for love” ramblings later in the report when I relate another incident.
In the meantime…the pictures of the bar area remind me of what a beautiful Sunday it was. A vivid, beautiful July day in Port Antonio.
*sigh*
I’m beginning to miss all of her painfully and I still have a number of days and experiences to write about. I can feel completing this report is going to be tough to do without using way too many sappy words but I’ll try not to let things get too mushy. Especially when I relive certain moments sent from Heaven.
