Jamaica!

The Jamaica trip was a success. I mean... how can you really go wrong? Woke up at 415 on Monday to drive to the airport. Got there and got to the gate in no time. Boarded the plane and got into Jamaica. We all went as a group to get our room keys. Unfortunately, my room was not ready yet but that was ok because my coworker let me put my bags in her room while we went to get lunch. So after lunch, we went to get the bags and the room. I was VIP, so I was in another building with all the top dogs, including the owner. The room was amazing. 2 queen beds, a jetted tub inside and outside on the deck, full 3 liters of liqueur, full minibar restocked daily, champagne and cheese for us for the first night, a couch, robes, slippers, etc, etc! Of course, I did not partake in any of the booze but I would have if MB wasn't my sidekick. I guess that is the excuse to go back there huh?
The first night we were there, we had a welcome party. At the party all the VIP people were acknowledged and given a gift. Free internet for the week, 200 in room credit to use at the spa, upgraded room, and a little something else I do not feel comfortable typing about.
Day two, we went out on the catamaran and traveled around Jamaica. We stopped in the ocean and fed the fish. Most of the people on the catamaran went into the ocean to feed the fish. They had life vests, masks, and flippers. I just took the mask and dove right in. I mean, salt water will make you float. I saw a lot of fish all around and was one of the last people back on the boat. It felt so good in the water with the weight off of the body and it was cool. I had not been swimming in a long time.
We ended up at Margaritaville to grab food if wanted and then back to the catamaran to go back to our place. Lets just say some people I was with have no sense of when enough is enough and overindulged in booze. I made sure I stayed away from them because I can not deal with foolishness.
Mom and I grabbed a shower and lunch and then went to the beach to fall asleep on the chairs. I had all intentions of reading 2 books while there. I read nothing. I did not even crack open the books. I don't feel bad about it at all.
While in Jamaica, Mom and I tried the following places for food.... Jamaican, French, and surf and turf. I had mom try the following foods.... ox tail, goat, papaya, caprizi salad, duck, lamb and some other things she had never had before.
Day 3 there, we went on a taxi into the hip strip to do some shopping. We were escorted around so we felt safe. I haggled with people but did not find anything I wanted at the straw market. It was very sad at the market because these people are so poor and just want to sell you something. However, I just did not see anything that I liked. Plus every place we went into was the same thing. I am sure most of it all came from China.
One of the nights, I had some of my coworkers over to my room so that someone could consume the champagne and booze since I could not and did not want to take it back on the plane in case it broke.
The last night we were there, there was a party for our group. We had dinner on the beach with a steel drum band, light posts in the sand, candles on the tables, etc. It was so pretty.
I was having a hard time spending my room credit money so we went all out and got manis and mom got a pedicure while I got a polish change. I never ever have paid 65 bucks for one mani ever. Most expensive manicure ever in my life! Anyways, everything is inclusive on the resort so it was hard to find something to spend the money on. I did not want any stuff from the shops they had there because I just did not need that souvenir stuff. It really just isn't my thing most of the time. I did however get a tshirt while on the hip strip for the little one. Its super cute.
On the final day, mom and I went to the pool. We were going to go to the beach, however, it is jellyfish season and they were everywhere. So we just hung by the pool. It was when I was getting out of the pool the final time that my foot just killed. I could have just fallen over in pain right there. So I knew I had to get a boot for my foot then since I knew it was broken and not just some pregnancy pain.
Coming back to the states was less than thrilling. Except mom got me in trouble with customs. She overbought booze and had me take some for her and apparently you are only allowed one 1 liter per person. She bought 2 1 liters and 2 750mls. So I took the liters and she took the 750mls. They let it slide but not normally.