My Big Irishman and myself are off to Jamaica for a long weekend. I admit that my brain is already there, waiting for my body to catch up. The weather has been fairly warm, by New York mid-winter standards, but I’ve still had to wear a coat. My feet are aching for warm air and sandals.
My Big Irishman bought us snorkeling gear as an anniversary present. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. (And answering, “what size mens shoe do you wear?” was pretty high on the entertainment scale.)
In preparation, I’ve been reading everything I can about Jamaica, which will no doubt go to waste, since we’ll be close to the beach and the waters. And I have some snorkeling to do. And lizard impersonation.