just for those who didnt know, i went to montego bay, jamaica for 7 days. i thought 9 but apperantly not. we got back yesterday and my original impulse was to say "whatever happens in jamaica stays in jamaica" but that's only true for Las Vegas, city of sin (but Jamaica is the island of sin so booyah Las Vegas!).
ok so we got up at 5:45 am to leave early. i had to throw random clothes in a suitcase and hope it worked (cuz i didnt pack the night before like a stupidass). For breakfast, we had smoothies in the waiting area and california tortilla quesadillas that we brought on the plane so we didnt have to pay for the meal boxes. The flight was quick (only 3 and a half hours) but the TV entertainment sucked after the in flight movie, "invincible". We flew over islands (Cuba and the Bahamas i think) and i was lucky enough to get the window after years of ditchin it for the aisle seat. Immigration took FOREVER and the AC was down so guess who was dying in her sweatpants? ME! We had to wait ages for the driver who was taking us to the hotel because the dates for the villa we rented had been messed up. We finally got into the van and drove (honestly) 2 miles in 30 minutes to the hotel due to the one lane road. It looked kinda like costa rica, panama and mexico in the way the buildings look but almost every guy we passed would stare or blow kisses at me (probably cuz i was the only one lookin out the window).
The hotel is a hotel and restaurant and they mainly advertise the restaurant part. we waited in the "lobby" while mom and dad checked in and a guy tried to give me his number to get mine. eventually he got the message that i didnt want it (i had to do the hand motions) and he left. mom and dad had to deal with me and maria two rooms away from them in a "smoker" room because it apperantly reeked of smoke. maria and i didnt care. we all went to lunch and all three men waiters who were there stared at me and the tallest one would go outside and stare until i turned around and he'd try to tell me something but i couldnt pay attention to him since my parents were watching. the woman bartender also stared...i dont know why. this old guy who cleaned the rooms was very funny. he would ask us how we were and he called me and maria his sisters. it was completely amusing.
dad and maria went out into the "hip strip" which was tourist stores, a few clubs/restaurants and one arcade/casino slots/bar/club place. mom and me went to sit by the pool and read. there were two men playin volleyball in the pool and i figured they didnt speak any language i knew until i heard them speak SPANISH and i was thrilled. i put my book down and watched them and laughed with them. they noticed me and i asked them where they were from. we started to chat and they kept playin so i watched. turns out they are in a 7-man salsa/merengue/bachata band from Cuba on tour in jamaica. the tallest "youngest" one is Luis Carlos (22), Andy (52), and Dicksan (30). Dicksan stopped playin volleyball when Andy tppk his spot after he had spent 30 min deciding whether or not to get in the pool and he (Dicksan) would stare at me until i noticed, smile and we'd share a silent laugh at ourselves. he tried to talk me into joining the volleyball game and i didnt until maria got back, changed into her suit, realized i wasnt going in, changed out of her suit and sittin on a pool chair. we changed and joined in. i was on Andy's team and maria was with luis and dicksan. i cant remember who won and who didnt but we had tons of fun. The cubans told us they were playing on New Year's Eve at the Roundhill Hotel (which is a very expensive resort 10 minutes from where we were staying). They sold us a burned version of their songs and they took group pictures with us and maria and i ate crackers from the plane for dinner and smoked off the balcony to our room. mom of course, called every 10 minutes to see if we were okay.
more later...
