So, we're back. And Hubbie was very intent on me blogging our most excellent honeymoon. He gets very particular about odd things. Like, he insisted that I blog it in segments because it was just too much awesomeness to contain in one single post. So, I give you...DAY ONE:
We land in Montego Bay at Monday afternoon round about 2 o'clock. It is raining and cloudy (this will be a theme, as you will soon notice). We are picked up by a "taxi service" from our hotel in Negril, which is about an hour's drive from the airport. Or taxi driver? Named Scotty. He has about two teeth. And I'm being generous. He hugs me! I immediately become BFF with Scotty. His tax? A 1984 Toyota Tercel. With cardboard on the floor. And fake tinted windows. BUT, he has a full on mad crazy speaker system in the HATCHBACK the better which to blast Reggae music from. There is no air-con in this taxi, so we have the windows rolled down a bit. And it is like THUNDER-STORMING. So Danny and I are getting totally wet and I am swiftly developing a bad case of Monica Hair. But we're waaaay too excited about being in Jamaica and jamming to Reggae dance hits with Scotty to care. Scotty educates us that when it rains in Jamaica everyone gets high. We do not buy weed from Scotty. He also tells a boy who wants to wash our windshield "not to smile at her!"...meaning me. I am dangerous to be smiled at! Smile at me? And I BITE YOUR FINGERS OFF! When we arrived at Sunset at the Palms, Scotty was so overjoyed at our minimal tip that he told Hubbie he was "a rich man". Oh Scotty. If only you knew. Hubbie's 1994 Ford Exploder....errrm, I mean Explorer....CLEARLY says otherwise.
Anyway-we arrive at our room which is tucked back in a rainforest-type environment (complete with tropical rain storm!) and is a little one room tree house with a balcony and daybed. Where we immediately nap (also, a theme.)
Later that night, before dinner, we go to "The Manager's Cocktail Party" where you basically get to snack and drink (this will be yet another theme throughout the honeymoon) and meet the hotel manager. Her name is Sharon. The conversation went a little like this:
Sharonager:Where are you from?
Sharonager: Oh! Atlanta, one of my favorite places. My niece went to school there!
US: Really? Where.
Sharonager: Oh, a little place called Oglethorpe.
Hubbie: NO WAY!
Me: GO PETRELS!
Small world right? We eat dinner, we go in the hot tub despite the persistent "spit" falling from the sky...and thus ends our first evening. Yeah mon.
PREVIEW: In a world where they serve baked beans for breakfast and dirty bananas have two meanings, men and women will get smashed before lunchtime and Germans love Snoop Dawg!