Day 5: Sunday, May 29, 2005

It doesn't much feel like Memorial Day weekend, because they don't celebrate Memorial Day in Jamaica. At least, not the last weekend in May, if they have their own.

After arising, we had breakfast at the Terrace and then ventured to the beach. The beach, by the way, has very white, smooth, Wildwood-like sand, but is not very wide. The water is turquoise and there are no waves. We lay out under thatched umbrellas and I read more of Post Mortem while MFP read the Bible. We got into the water and swam and splashed around. Then we lay out some more.

We showered and went to lunch, then we relaxed in one of the hammocks in the shade in the gardens. Later, we played shuffleboard (I think I won), and then changed and ventured into the pool, floating around on floaties and going to the pool bar again. Oh, by the way, there was a bar by the beach too. There are bars everywhere here. But by this time I was hardly drinking any alcohol, because it was so hot. I stuck to soda, water, and virgin daiquiris. We stayed in the pool until about 6:30 (!) then showered, changed, and put on our nice clothes and went to dinner at the same Italian place that had kicked us out four days before. This time Collin welcomed us, escorted us to our table and pulled my chair out for me. I had bow-tie pasta with meat and tomato sauce...really good...while MFP had his beloved lasagna (I sometimes call him Garfield).

We went to bed fairly early since we had to get up at 5:00 a.m. the next day to catch the shuttle to the airport.

By the way, every day by the beach, there were locals hawking T-shirts, jewelry, and other items. They did not work for Sandals. They were quite aggressive. I bought a T-shirt from them, but every other day I avoided them like the plague.