At about 2:00 this afternoon, I got a wonderful phone call. “We haff found your bags, miss. We are driving them from Kingston to MoBay. You should get them around five o’clock.”
We didn’t get them until almost 7:00, but this is a small tree in the larger forest that is filled with clean clothes and toiletries.
Oh, my goodness, having more than two choices of clothing (one set purchased for approximately a billion dollars in the hotel gift shop) and toothpaste is a wonderful thing. As are readily available meals and drinks of all sorts, there for the asking as long as you have a snazzy yellow wristband.
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore... or Boston, either.
We ended up with a first floor room. In most circumstances, this would make me nervous – less safe from wandering nefarious people and aggressive crabs – but first off all, it’s really cool to be able to walk directly to the Caribbean, and secondly, the door weighs approximately six hundred pounds. Even the crabs aren’t that aggressive.
The day began with breakfast and a walk on the beach, and progressed to a flurry of reservations: massages on the beach – remember that massage tent I mentioned? – today, parasailing and cliff diving tomorrow (with copious amounts of rum consumption before the latter), and swimming with dolphins on Sunday. Expensive dolphins, and I’ll have to cram in a few extra overtime shifts to assuage the guilt of that, but it’s swimming with dolphins. On Easter. Halleluia.
From there, we had some beach time…
...some trips on a much-faster-than-it-looks catamaran…
...some sunburn (turns out, the tropical sun is different from the New Hampshire winter sun, and after 40 minutes of exposure I glow in the dark)…
It has been a vastly, infinitely better day than yesterday.
And my underwear is clean. Bliss.
It was a full moon that second night... apparently a full moon in Jamaica brings much better luck than the day-before-a-full-moon.
2 comments:
Certainly looks like bliss!!
Sounds lovely! I am glad they found your luggage.
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