Re: How I Spent My Summer Vacation
As a child I dreamed of landing my sailing vessel on a deserted, tropical sandy beach with palm trees and coconuts. Like my favorite storybook character Robinson Crusoe. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]
I have seen some pictures and heard some tales of Negril in the late 60's and early 70's. In those days 7 mile would have been just such a beach. I only wish I had made the trip back in those early days when both Negril and I were more young and carefree.
Alas, I am older and unfortunately somewhat less carefree. More responsibilities and time constraints and you know...day to day life in middle america.
But when I go to Jamaica I am able to capture some of those same feelings I dreamed of as a child. The mode of transportation is different...the beach isn't quite as deserted as I dreamed... the coconuts are not free for the picking, but those same feelings of adventure and exploration and survival and warmth and sun and water are there for me.
So now it is the big jet plane that takes me to my tropical paradise. And finally on this third trip I remembered to pick out window seats on the RIGHT SIDE in order to catch that first glimpse of da Rock through the mist and clouds. As you all know...there is nothing like that first glimpse.
And with my new camera in hand...I take my first pictures...and the excitement builds!
As a child I dreamed of landing my sailing vessel on a deserted, tropical sandy beach with palm trees and coconuts. Like my favorite storybook character Robinson Crusoe. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]
I have seen some pictures and heard some tales of Negril in the late 60's and early 70's. In those days 7 mile would have been just such a beach. I only wish I had made the trip back in those early days when both Negril and I were more young and carefree.
Alas, I am older and unfortunately somewhat less carefree. More responsibilities and time constraints and you know...day to day life in middle america.
But when I go to Jamaica I am able to capture some of those same feelings I dreamed of as a child. The mode of transportation is different...the beach isn't quite as deserted as I dreamed... the coconuts are not free for the picking, but those same feelings of adventure and exploration and survival and warmth and sun and water are there for me.
So now it is the big jet plane that takes me to my tropical paradise. And finally on this third trip I remembered to pick out window seats on the RIGHT SIDE in order to catch that first glimpse of da Rock through the mist and clouds. As you all know...there is nothing like that first glimpse.

And with my new camera in hand...I take my first pictures...and the excitement builds!

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