While prepping to write my next set of blogs covering my Jamaican expedition, it dawned on me, that I’ve never taken a a real vacation. Anytime I’ve gotten on a plane and gone anywhere, it was for something pretty major in my life; never just to chill. I gotta do that one day. Take a REAL vacation that is, though I believe it’ll start with a staycation, on my lovely island of Antigua.
Any how, this trip was nothing but an emotional roller coaster, from the planning stages, ’til the time I saw my husband’s face, when he came to pick me up at the airport, upon my return to Antigua. Relief is not a strong enough word to describe how glad I am, that this particular journey is over. However, I already miss Jamaica terribly, and am still trying to figure out ways to move my whole family over there. 😀
As much as this was a planned trip, and had been in the planning stages for a long time, things only finally came together, 3 days before my flight was scheduled to leave. My entire Jamaican expedition was extremely taxing financially, but sooo worth it. Jamaica Caribbean Fashion Week had been calling my name for 3 years and I finally decided to grow some nuts and answer. 😀
Thankfully, my plane ride was smooth and uneventful, just like I like it. I didn’t sit next to anyone who kept getting up, or consistently farted, so that was a big plus. I had nothing to declare, no contraband or anything that would get me arrested, so immigration was fairly easy. I visited the airport Cambio and changed my US and instantly went from a hundredaire to a thousandaire. Holding all that money sure did make me feel good. lol 😀
‘Hi hended hup wit height tousan’ four hundred and heighty two dallaz han fifty cents’. 😀
I took a cab to my hotel and I the moment I got there, I knew I was in the right place.
I checked in, went to my room, plopped down on my bed, and asked myself
“Why the hell did you do this?” 😀
Because it was a late Sunday afternoon (minutes to 4ish)when I got to the hotel, the restaurant was closed. However, I was told that I was fortunate to be staying next to a place, that made great chicken and would still be able to satisfy my hunger. I changed into official tourist gear (pum pum shorts and a vest) and went to get my chicken. This place turned out to be a life saver many times on my trip.
I got my chicken, my bread, my soda and my water, and I skipped, (yeah I said skipped) back to my hotel, feeling pure joy about 3 things. I was about to eat some good food, Jamaican men said sweet things to me only the way Jamaican men could, while I walked back to my hotel, and I was in freakin’ Jamaica. 😀 I’d wanted to go back for sooo long, and I was completely over the moon to just be there.
Back in my cozy little room, I ate the way women eat, when no man is around to scrutinize. 😀
Peep the awesomeness of my Sunday afternoon dinner.
After I finished that, all I wanted to do was sleep, but I was happy to just do so, as I knew the rest of the week would have been at the very least, mildly intense. I was looking forward to it though.