Jamaica, day one.
I was fucking BLASTED this morning, so my husband let me sleep. Until 10. I haven't done that in a long time. We had breakfast delivered to our room, and it was delicious. Honest to god, I've never had bacon that god damn delightful.
After breakfast, we went swimming in the ocean, and I have missed the ocean. It was so fucking tits to float around on the waves, and tool about with Derek. We got coconut water served to us in coconuts, and it was fresh and fantastic and holy fuck, I don't know why I don't live here.
We had lunch, came upstairs, lounged around, and just enjoyed ourselves.
Derek took a nap, I took a shower and blow dried my hair (which is a fruitless endeavor, if I'm being honest. It's so fucking humid that I frizz out after two minutes of stepping out of my room), and then we went and had dinner. I wasn't even hungry, but I had braised oxtail because I fucking could, that's why.
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