Eight Days In Jamaica

Really neat 4 bedroom 3 bath on the Silver Sands beach midway between Montego Bay and Ocho Rios (see jamahome.com).  Cook, housekeeper and one-eyed driver most competent.  Hot, humid, breezy, intermittent rain, lots of Whist, lots of Hearts, lots of Red Stripe, little bit of rum, fascinating plantation tour, rafting down the Martha Brae, crushing poverty everywhere, terrifying potholed roads teeming with gonzo drivers on the "wrong" side of the road, the two most expensive rounds of golf I've ever paid for (White Witch, birdied #1 & #14, Cinnamon Hill), closest I've looked Death in the face nearly drowning while trying to get back against the wind and waves after swimming too far out into the ocean, on return trip getting iced in in Dallas wearing a pair of shorts and a short sleeved shirt, freezing sleet, two flights canceled trying to get out of DFW, finally on standby jammed into the last row of a decrepit 757 with a bible toting Wichitan, home now, glad we went, glad we're back.