My inner snob was quickly made to eat humble pie (and rum balls and banana cake and fried ice cream.) This was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had – and certainly the most relaxing.
The resort was about six weeks old and there were some teething pains (disorganized check in, shifting restaurant hours, no shampoo.) But there were big water slides and a sports bar with poutine, and jerk chicken grilled al fresco, and a beautiful white sand beach. The staff were all very friendly.
The kids were in heaven:
We all hung out on the beach to ring in 2014. It’s not officially a new year until you have your boyfriend snap a duckface picture of you.
(It looks as though Santa brought me a bagful of filler this year and I traded eyes with Renee Zellweger)
Did I mention that there was a martini bar?
As a result of the laid-back environment, I made a resolution to be more irie in 2014. When I get out of my own way, things just flow. It’s so the opposite of how I naturally function but the gift of everything that happened over the last five years was to learn that I’m not in control. I’ll be blogging more about this later in the week when my brain is less rum-addled but my view certainly shifted as a result of this holiday.
It was my forty-somethingth birthday while I was away and we celebrated with an Italian dinner at the resort and then a bespoke fire show at the teppanyaki restaurant we’d eaten at the night before
And then I had one of these.
Birthday martinis are so much better than cake!
The island was gorgeous. The kids and I climbed Dunn’s River Falls. I have to take my photos to be developed as I needed one of those disposable waterproof cameras. The kids were amazed by the old-school technology.
We toured the countryside.
I read Farewell, Dorothy Parker.
And I did laps in the ocean. Heaven!
After a week, I was so relaxed that even the five hour tarmac debacle at Pearson on our return left me unfazed.
Jamaica, you are magical indeed.