Dear Ellen,
What does one do at an all inclusive resort in Jamaica? I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
You get there on chartered bus from the airport that makes a strategic stop about halfway into the hour and a half ride so that one might stock up on essentials like Red Bull — in order that they might be sure to have energy for all the vacation activities ahead.
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You walk on the beaches along Negril where you find starfish, sea urchins and feral puppies (whose mom was close by).
You make new friends like David the basket weaver.
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You amuse yourself running back and forth with the sandpipers. And you chat with the egrets who want some of your breakfast.
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You watch your husband sailing around on a catamaran. And then you join him for some sailing yourself.
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You admire the pretty hibiscus blooming on your hotel room patio.
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You knit on the beach and play footsie with your sweetie.
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You are amused by silly wood carvings found here and there around the grounds.
You get nice strangers to take your picture with your honey at sunset.
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And you wrap it all up with Red Stripes at the airport before you head back to reality.
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Love, Jan
Jan and Ellen are identical twins who have always had an innate fashion sense. Crafting is an integral part of their lives and they stay stitched together sharing their love of knitting, family and community.
February 20th, 2010 at 10:14 pm
Darn that heading back to reality.
February 21st, 2010 at 8:28 pm
I have only three words. Jealous. Jealous, Jealous. (!)