Chapter 5

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
― Bernard M. Baruch

We woke up to another beautiful Negril morning. Sunshine fetched up some coffee and I broke out the rum cream, curious as to what all the fuss was about. I should say I really dislike Baileys and think it is one of the quickest ways to ruin a good cup of coffee. I was not optimistic. I do like flavor in my coffee, but never cream. First sip: hmmm, not bad. Second sip: OMG, where have you been all of my life?! I was hooked.


We had spoken with Teddy the day before and planned to have his special mushroom omelets for breakfast. On the lowest level of the Penthouse, there is a lovely section of the patio that is covered and shady. It is still nice and open so the breeze blows through and keeps it cool. We decided to have breakfast delivered. We wandered down to order everything up.

I find that I am struggling in my descriptions to do Blue Cave Castle justice. It is not a fancy place, but it is a really special place. You would never mistake it for the Hyatt or the Ritz. That day though, I felt as though all the money in the world couldn't have bought us a better morning.


We talked about what we might do for the day and decided we were kind of already there. We were booked on the pub crawl that afternoon, so we wanted to save our strength.