A WEEK IN JAMAICA

DAY ONE - DECOMPRESSION

DAY TWO - RELAXATION

Look at the beautiful handmade coconut candle holders made for me by my friend Patrice.  She and her husband are so talented… I can’t wait to use these on my table at home!

DAY THREE -IN THE GROOVE

DAY FOUR - TAKING THE CURE

The last time I met Gerry was in August of 2023.  There is a recipe on this site for The Boatman’s Lemon Fish inspired by him.  When I saw him again this year, I was delighted to go another boat ride.  It was the exact same boat ride… exactly… with the exact same narration, but it was just as much fun the second time as it was the first.  Gerry reminded me that I am STILL not too old to go on a date with him, which made me wonder when I WILL be too old, and when I am, will he let me know.  Note the red car that passed us on the water.  Really.

DAY FIVE - INVISIBILITY

The staff is no longer speaking to me.  At least in words.  I think we are communicating telepathically.  Christopher the lifeguard handed me two noodles as I waded into the surf up to my ankles.  The housekeepers are quick and silent.  Rum punches materialize out of thin air. The cannabis massage transports.  Popcorn, champagne and James Bond movies on the beach at night are ridiculously fun.  Only the routine of three meals a day keeps me tethered to this world.  I have googled moving to Jamaica but I fear it would not be like living at the Jamaica Inn every day.  Better enjoy this while I can.

DAY SIX - REALITY ENCROACHES

A few things became obvious to me during this week:  Hats and sunglasses make anyone look good in a picture.  Wichita Lineman as sung by Glen Campbell is perhaps the greatest song of all time.  Floating in ocean water is good for your internal organs, it’s just got to be.  I have reacquainted myself with the daily NYT crossword puzzle, yet another unproductive way to make myself feel like I’m doing something useful.  I have through a somewhat spiritual experience learned that rum is very good for you.  And I have confirmed through observation that half naked people on the beach, no matter their body-type – taut or crepey, ripped or paunchy- tend to have good attitudes about life at least while they are on the beach.  After having my usual debate with Kingsley about what time I have to leave the hotel to make my flight (he is insisting I give myself four hours!) I’m going home tomorrow.  It’s okay, I’m ready.  Amen.

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