for the time being, i’ll spare you the boring details explaining why i’m still in montego bay instead of lovely you-know-where. suffice it to say that much as gone differently than planned. hopefully i’ve orchestrated a way to remedy that today.
in the mean time, i’ve at least been able to go swim in the ocean. it changed everything. salt water felt so good. honestly, it STILL feels good on my skin as i’m writing this. i showered, but didn’t soap off my arms/legs/face or even hair because i love the way the salt residue (even rinsed) feels on my skin. i think my skin is softer right now than with fresh lotion on it in colorado. pretty sure i was meant to live in the caribbean.
i have to admit. my first dip in the ocean was less than honorable or commendable. my choices were as such:
A) the safe, $5-access beach across from my hotel. I arrived at 4:30…at which point they were still charging full price to use the clouded-over beach until close at 5:30. i turned and walked away.
B) the sketchy, free beach 10 minutes down the road. i went in up to my knees with my clothes on, but the lurking jamaicans inquiring whether i “want company” were enough to send me packing.
C) (here’s the need for the drum roll…) walking to the beach i’d noticed a very loud, gaudy facade of none other than….jimmy buffet’s margaritaville. yes. margaritaville. safe. free. i rode the 3-story yellow slide from the roof to the water with loads of drunk americans cheering me on. totally awesome. or something like that, anyway. anyway, it was a safe way to swim in mama ocean without fears of being molested or having my things stolen. i’d say the margarita and the ocean-view after my dip were worth it…though i’m not sure a margarita should EVER cost close to $10. yikes.
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