Jamaica, part the last.

These are photos from one of our last days in Jamaica. We went on a catamaran booze cruise, and I got land sick. For two days. It was an unpleasant experience, to say the least, but worth it. 

Boat!

Holy fuck, they've multiplied.

HOOSBAHND! Having a rum punch in the middle of the open ocean, because what the fuck else are you going to do out there?

This picture serves little to no purpose other than to showcase how impossibly blue the Caribbean is

This is my favorite picture that I took on the entire time, bar none. This man's name is Noel, and I asked him if I could take his photo. He said of course, and he said he didn't want to smile because he didn't have many teeth. I told him I thought he was beautiful, but I'm also shy about how I look, so I understood. He graciously let me take his photo. I hugged him after I took the shot, and he said to me, "It's all one love, beautiful lady. Don't you forget that." I adore him. I looked for him again after that day, but didn't see him any more. Very sadly, my settings weren't right for the one shot deal I signed up for, and if I had had time, I would have spent another ten minutes making sure I got everything right so the picture would do him justice. As it stands, I still love this photo. I just wish it were better. He deserves better. I can DO better.

On the catamaran tour. If heaven is real, I have to believe that this is how you get there.

A little rocky outcrop on the way to the ocean.

Jamaica was a fantastic place to visit. While the last two days were hard for me, because I missed home, and I just wanted to go back to my creature comforts before I had to leave them all behind, I greatly enjoyed my time in Jamaica.

Hubs is locked in to not traveling until 2017, so we can't go anywhere next year, but we're planning our next trip to Costa Rica. My Costa Rica. I was going to go this year, but then I got married instead. I didn't want to waste Costa Rica on a honeymoon. I think Amber is going to go with us, because she's never been out of the country, either, and desperately wants to go.

I know none of this matters to anybody. I think, much like my last blog, nobody pays attention to my small section of the internet. But I like logging all of this, because it's very probable that I will forget all of it one day.