Jamaica_ApproachA couple of weeks ago one of my oldest and dearest friends met me in the Atlanta airport and we hopped a jet together to Jamaica.

The approach into Montego Bay ranks among the top I’ve ever seen, rivaling Hawaii for its beauty.  You glide over a bay and land among the palms at a little airport with Red Stripe vendors out front.  We grabbed our bags, cruised through customs, and hopped on a bus to our resort where the friendly staff greeted us with warm welcomes and cold drinks.

After a brief introduction, the amazing staff showed us to our room.  The resort was warm and friendly, unlike many of the other megaplexes we saw around the island.  We immediately ordered room service and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around in the lush tropical paradise.

Jamaica_BeachThat evening, they hosted a party on the beach with a sprawling buffet and a show that blended dance with synchronized swimming.  We sipped on a couple of cocktails, nibbled on some sweets, and headed to bed early to sleep off the travel.

We spent the whole next day lounging around the resort and exploring the nearby area and catching up with each other.


And, of course, there were a few cocktails.

I quickly fell in love with the beautiful island. The beaches are gorgeous, the people are friendly, and it has all the conveniences of home. From the instant I stepped onto the resort, I was totally relaxed.

After one day of rest and relaxation, we were ready for some adventure. I woke up and immediately did my favorite thing: ordered room service.


I really don’t think there’s anything more divine than enjoying eggs benny and a mimosa in a big fluffy hotel bed.  After breakfast, we slathered ourselves in sunblock and headed to the stables for a ride along the beach before unwinding at the spa.

Our last full day on the island was by far the most exciting.  We ventured away from the resort and into the jungle, where we climbed this amazing waterfall.


We stopped a couple of times along the way to enjoy a dip in the mineral pools, and let the falls massage our shoulders.  But my (non-waterproof) camera spent most of the time tucked away safely. Of course, there was a shack at the top where we could enjoy a local brew and some genuine jerk chicken.


Tired from our climb, we headed back to the resort to enjoy a few final hours of relaxation.  We enjoyed a casual dinner, a shameful amount of rosé, and tucked ourselves into bed.


Our wake-up call came early the next morning.  We piled into a van with our luggage, and returned to real life – sad but refreshed by a few nights in paradise.


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