Day 1 - First trip to Jamaica - A bumpy start
So Here we go, Part 1 of our trip report
I have to warn you in advance that this is going to be VERY LONG and very detailed.. but there will be plenty pictures once we reach Jamaica for those that like to skim. Feel free to just scroll down
My husband, Markus will be contributing too
The narrative will switch back and forth from one perspective to the other. Our goal is to take you along with us on our trip and hopefully after you finish reading this, you'll feel like you vicariously took a whole vacation in Negril.
Hope you enjoy!
Part 1 - day of departure - A rocky start.
I had to work a full day at the office on the day of our flight. Even though my body was in the chair in front of the computer monitor.. my mind was somewhere else entirely. I just kept thinking over and over "We're flying to Jamaica today! It's finally happening! The day has come!"
I've wanted to visit Jamaica since I was a little girl.
My father lived in Jamaica for a few years in his youth. He spent most of the year in Kingston but their summers in a cottage in Negril.
My father always told us stories of his time there. My father and my mother celebrated their honeymoon in Jamaica too.
When I first got married, we couldn't afford a honeymoon and for many years we were struggling financially. (paycheck to paycheck, you know the deal). We wanted to travel but we didn't think it made sense. We figured, "someday.."
My brother came to visit me in San Francisco almost 2 years ago. We sat together on the docks of fisherman wharf and planned our dream trips. We dreamt of traveling to places like Mexico..Puerto Rico..and particularly Jamaica. He told me that you just have to "go for it and experience life now. There is always a way to travel if you really want it."
One month later my brother passed away.
He was only 26 years old.
I spiralled into a really dark painful place after I lost my brother. My whole family did.
A year later I decided I was going to do it. I was going to honor his memory by embracing life and living it to the fullest just like he wanted me to. I was going to make this trip to Jamaica.
I had NO IDEA where to start. My father's Jamaica knowledge was a little dated.. So I typed in "Negril" and found Negril.com. That was the day I signed up and started a new thread about our tentative trip plans. I was amazed at the amount of great advice and encouragement I received.
That was seven months ago and now I was finally going to step on the plane to make the trip that I had been anticipating and dreaming about for so long.
I had to work late in the office to wrap up everything and I literally sprinted home. I ran up the steps to our apartment, threw open the door and yelled "It's today!! Jamaica!!"
My husband didn't respond. I saw him on the computer typing away furiously with a stressed out expression. He's a programmer and had a last minute assignment to finish. He had computer troubles.. he was worried about the deadline.
Our luggage was open still, contents strewn around.. just as it had been before I left for work. I realized we were in trouble. Our flight was going to leave in 3 hours!
I started packing up our last minute stuff, filling the remaining ziplock bags with our toileties from the bathroom.
I came out and Markus was sitting on the sofa. His head was in his hands.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I can't. I can't..." He moaned.
He started expressing doubts and fears about this trip. He talked about his stress over work and his lack of knowledge about the Jamaican culture. He was totally panicking and sounded like it he wanted to call it all off.
I stood there frozen in place trying to figure out what to do..
I consoled him, told him it was going to be okay. I told him I would finish packing. I gave him a red stripe.. which received only a half-hearted smile.
I started wondering...Should I call off Jamaica? Was this all a big mistake?.. a crazy idea? He's right.. what do we REALLY know about Jamaica? Should I maybe postpone the vacation?
I pushed aside my doubts and made a decision. We're ARE GOING to Jamaica just as we had planned. We've come too far to back out now. This was meant to be and it will be EXACTLY what we need to escape from our work stresses, re-connect as a couple and unwind.
I shoved everything into our carry-on bags, zipped them shut and grabbed Markus's hand.
Before I knew it we were in the taxi speeding down the highway towards the airport. I felt anxious, so excited, and little nervous.. I squeezed Markus's hand and he smiled at me. I could see in his eyes that he still had doubts
But I'll let him take over now and explain in his own words..
It would take too long to transfer all of the text and pictures. The rest of the entry continues in my blog here...
Day 2 coming soon