I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
Pretty in pink today. And rightfully so, my colleagues made LOTS of fun of me for this selfie at my desk. But whatever, I put effort into myself today, so a selfie is allowed, right?! Oh, hush you. :)
And finally, I have to do a random post, because so many random, awesome, things happened in Jamaica, which I want to document.
If you follow me on The Instagram, I must apologize - as there are certainly repeats in here.
What’s a trip, without plane photos? Exactly. And also, I know, right? babes in glasses.
The resort was freaking BEAUTIFUL. By far the nicest resort I’ve ever stayed in. Unfortunately I can’t speak at all for Jamaica, as we never left the resort, but out of all my Caribbean adventures, Jamaica falls at #2 fav island (Aruba is #1).
A huge shout out to Maria for bringing all the ladies GIFTS as a thank you for coming! It was so kind of her, and so appreciated. :)
Snapchat was out in full force on this trip. And as you can see, I created a work of art to send to Maria’s fianace, Casey - such a romantic moment captured.
Lots of long walks were also had, and reading, and photo taking, and swimming, and suntanning.
So, yea… hammocks are not as comfy as they appear.
Our friends back in Toronto went out for World Pride in Toronto, and Instagramed that bottom left photo, so naturally we replicated it. Naturally. (We so funny.)
And lots of other shenanigans happened… including this:
Yup. Maria and I did face masks on the plane. It was hilarious, and I HIGHLY recommend you watch the video of it on my Instagram (LizClaire_).
And with that, my hurried Jamaican posts are done and dusted and blogged about. PHEW. I debated just skipping the trip, but I’m pleased I posted it, because I love Maria, can’t wait for her wedding, and had an awesome time celebrating her!
And finally, for the final night of our Caribbean getaway, we surprised Maria with a fancy, romantic, gorgeous filet mignon, four course dinner, out on a pavilion.
We had seen people dining out on the water all week, and Maria had mentioned how she wanted to do just that, which I automatically took as an “excellent! I shall make it happen as a surprise” gesture. So early on I told Maria I had looked into it, and sadly it was booked solid all week (but moohahhaha, it wasn’t).
(You can see the pavilion where we ate in this photo!)
So we got dressed up, wore our fanciest dresses, and at 6:45pm went to dinner. Maria thought we were heading to a regular, Jamaican restaurant, but surprise-surprise-surprise. we weren’t! The evening was gorgeous (gorgeous - the best one of our trip!), which meant we took approximately three thousand photos, and to top it all off, the food was absolutely delicious.
(Above: our walk through the resort to our dinner. Below: our restaurant for the evening!)
Yup! It was a wonderful last evening, to a bachelorette I don’t think I’ll ever forget!
For one of the nights we also surprised Maria with a wine & champagne, balloon-decorated-feather-boas-party-beads-fun-sunglasses-hawaiian-leis-pre-drink (whoa, that’s a mouthful!). We drank too much, took too many photos, and headed out into the sea of couples, to eat Japanese, and celebrate the bride-to-be!
(A huge thank you to the resort, Secrets Wild Orchid Montego Bay, for helping me locate the balloons - so fun!)
In the past whenever I’ve headed down south for a little sunshine, it was a quiet vacation with a close friend. A vacation with lots of reading, lounging, early to bed, and early to rise, so I was excited to head south for a bachelorette. A bachelorette with eight girls (including some of my nearest & dearest)!
The MOH did a fantastic job bringing lots of props, including these fabulous t.shirts, which read “Team Maria” on the front, and “#sorrycasey” on the back - which was the trip’s hashtag (& Casey us obviously the groom.)
I swear I have had the greatest intentions nearly every, single, day to update this blog. But, y’know. Life, it’ll getcha.
Especially when I seem to work crazy hours, hit up the gym 5 times a week (!!!), see my friendly friends, go on dates (yay!), interview for a volunteer position I really, really wanted (I got it, and can’t wait to share!!!), prepare for a blog overhaul (get excited!), visit little Lily, and then keep on top of life admin stuff (bahaha false. On Wednesday I walked into my apartment and thought I was robbed because the place was so messy).
Anywho, so that’s that. And I still feel like I’m leaving out a billion things. But I promise promise promise to some how, some way update the rest of the Jamaica posts, and get back to regular blogging soon - because quite frankly, I miss writing and blogging and being a part of this community. And with that - here’s my MASSIVE head with a MASSIVE zit on your screen. You’re welcome.
As I sit at my desk on this Friday afternoon, this Friday afternoon after 5pm, this Friday afternoon when the entire of America appears to be outside and in the sun, and this Friday afternoon where I have work up to my hoo-ha, let me take a moment to fill you in on the food and drinks portion of Jamaica. Because, oh, memories… !
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified about gaining 3.2 million pounds in Jamaica. I mean, well, a quick gander at my archives will even tell you I gained a lot of weight in Cuba, Dominican Republic and Aruba. Essentially, unlimited buffet + sugary drinks + an all inclusive resort = Liz’s ass grows 3.2 sizes.
But, I am thrilled to say this was *not* the case in Jamaica! No siree, Bob! I only ate desert ONCE (on the final night) (ice-cream during the day, which happened twice excluded from that statement), and drank about one or two sugary drinks (I stole friend’s drinks for the photos below - because they’re so pretty!). Although, full disclosure, I had quite a few mojitos “no syrup, extra lime please,” which I deemed healthy-ish.
The food at the resort was amazeballz. Unlike Cuba, Dominican and Aruba, there was no worry about getting sick from the water, which meant I could eat lots of fruit, and lots and lots of salads.
My rule of thumb (taken from my sister) was to never (ever ever ever) go back to the buffet for seconds. Get what you want the first time around, but never go back for seconds. And I followed through on this rule to the T. (self high five!)
Most of my meals were completely random, but I must give a shout out to the Jamaican Jerk Chicken, because insert heart-shaped-eyes here. And the soft-serve ice-cream, where half the joy of it was making it your self.
I still ate like a Queen in Jamaica, but I think the notable thing is this: there was nooooooo snacking down south. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. And as I’m an excellent and consistant grazer/snacker, this was sort of eye-opening that I LOST weight from cutting out random day-snacks.
So yeah mon, there you have it. The food and drinks photos, and now it’s after 6pm, and work is calling my name, and I’m just a dreamin’ about Jamaica!
It’s no secret that I (along with the rest of the world) love-love-love the beach. When I left to travel in 2011 I actually planned my big trip around the world to coincide with summer, and I was lucky enough to hit up some of the world’s most spectacular beaches - Perth, Whitehaven Beach, Thailand, Indonesia, and Aruba to name a few. And, as expected, Jamaica’s beaches once again took my breath away.
Golden sand, clear water, seashells, salty air, light breezes, it was all rather perfect, and I’d be lying if I said we didn’t take advantage of it. Up before 8am each and every day, and on the beach by 8:30 with a coffee in hand. Oh! and the resort also seemed rather empty, which was glorious in and of itself.
I stayed under a sun hat, and in the shade most of the time, and went through 1.5 bottles of 30SPF (because whoa, the sun was hawwwwt, and because not-having-wrinkles > a-tan). I read like it was going out of style, and had tears in my eyes from laughing too much several times a day. Maria and I went on several long walks, and all in all, it was exactly what I needed, and as I lay on the beach I felt so lucky to have my good friends to the side of me, and blue water ahead of me. I know, right? Cue the violins. But truly, it was pret-ty great.