Most of the time when you read about visiting Jamaica it’s about the big resorts and hotels in Ocho Rios and Negril. Those are undoubtedly beautiful places… We opted for a version of Jamaica every bit as beautiful and fun as Ocho Rios or Negril but with a much more tranquil vibe.
We’re camping at the beach this weekend. Grandparents, and sandwiches, sand and saltwater, little tanned legs and big cozy sweatshirts.
Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend too!
I have something to tell. I don’t think it’s right to keep it to myself anymore. It’s time to come clean.
I am having a love affair. A love affair with Opera.
Yes, the music. Sorry if that’s not as juicy as you were hoping for but I assure you it is juicy!
I walked about thirteen blocks enjoying the cottony mist on my face and thinking about how being outside, doing the walk, I could see so much more than I could from the warm safe comforts of home. It was in the doing, stepping out into it, that I was able to see my way forward.
Last night after work following an unusually warm October day, my daughter and husband and I went down to the beach. We chased each other on the sand, watched the sunset, sat close on a blanket munching crackers, and my husband went for a swim.
What sets summer apart from the other seasons is that we participate in it with our whole bodies. We do more and we watch less. We taste more and we eat less. We clean out and we take off. Life gets stripped down to our bodies and the weather. The more we participate…