So here we are in Jamaica. No problem, mon. Indeed, no problems at all. The (free) flight on Tuesday was as pleasant as it was long (LBB-DFW-MIA-MBJ), the late-evening hotel transfer worked perfectly, and our digs here at the RIU Montego Bay (for three nights, then another four at the Secrets) are nothing but luxurious. What about this view from the room?
The gentle Caribbean lapping at our feet
Sabine was initially a bit baffled as to how anybody could not get totally bored to death in the luxury of an all-inclusive. Well, she's successfully passed the crash course in AI101! Between taking a Hobie Cat out on the water, strenuously swimming up to the pool bar, and eating really yummy Jamaican fare from the buffet we barely have enough time to read our books since we keep falling asleep in the light breeze, under the palms.
The evenings are similarly languid. The resort is fairly empty, and the locals who paddle their boards by the beach to peddle their wares provide interesting entertainment. The food is tasty, the air is calm, and life is good.