Allow me to be smug, just for a while

This time next week I'll be boarding a plane to Jamaica, in possession of a good book, my ever faithful eye mask, some sweets and my Ipod.
Oh and my partner in crime /fellow free-spirited one (boyfriend Jimmy).


This is where we'll be hanging out

I've spent the last few hours getting giddy with excitment about what lies ahead.
We're staying in Montego Bay and already can't wait to get on the beach, sample traditional rum, down some Red Stripe, dance to Reggae, eat curried goat/ jerk chicken, have a laugh with the local Rastafarians etc.
Heaven on earth... or as the locals say 'no problem mon'.




Our nearest beach bar



Rum cocktails

Enough said.