Hi!! I’m back!! Love Not Lipo was broken for a long time, and then life has been crazy and I have many new updates and exciting things going on, but first….honeymoon flashback!
October 29th, 2012:
To be honest, it took me a day or two to come down from my wedding-high enough to fully plug in and experience this unbelievable honeymoon. We woke up the Monday after our wedding weekend unsure if we were going to be able to get out due to the effects of Hurricane Sandy. So we drove down to the airport bags packed and fingers crossed. We flew US AIR, and every flight, except ours, had been cancelled. We had an uneventful flight to Charlotte, and then on to Jamaica.
We landed in Montego Bay, and waited in this fancy Sandals waiting room for them to come retrieve us for our shuttle ride to the resort. If the private Sandals lounge was any representation of what we were about to experience at the resort, we were in for a real treat.
There were big comfy leather couches, marble counter-tops, cocktails for those who drink, and homemade cookies and a high end espresso/cappuccino/hot chocolate machine for those of us who don’t. After a few minutes they came and got us, and we rode with one other couple in a van for about an hour and a half along windy roads through little villages and towns towards our final destination of Negril. I had heard from other people that they did not choose Sandals Negril due to the long drive from the airport. For us, we loved that aspect. It was such a great way to get a tour of the country side, by a local, and get a peek into the native culture. It was absolutely amazing. The poverty was quite evident in the shabby little shacks many lived in and worked in, but at the same time, there was so much color and beachy beauty to the country side, and people were hanging out, laughing, walking and by outward appearances seemed perfectly happy and laid back.
My original plan had been to blog post every day to show you what we were doing, and what I was eating etc. (I was soooo excited for the Jamaican food and no longer having to worry about 1-5 pound weight fluctuations that would impact a wedding dress fitting.) However this plan did not occur. Mainly because we pretty much did the same routine every day, which mostly involved laying around, and I ate basically the same thing every day, which mostly involved seafood and fruits and vegetables. Partly I thought my readers would be bored seeing the same thing over and over, and partly I was too lazy to blog every day.
When we got to our room, it was stocked with alcohol like you could not imagine. All free and all immediately available. It was a little uncomfortable for me at first to be faced with all this excess and be so out of my routine, as in years past, prior to being in recovery, this would have been a very different experience for me. Once I got my barrings and found the little details that were appropriate indulgences for me, like the cappuccino maker, the virgin pina coladas, and the bountiful fresh and healthy Caribbean food offerings, I settled back down again.
In the morning we would wake up really early, our bodies just naturally did so. It was so special to wake up in this incredibly beautiful place while most everyone else was still sleeping, and lay in lounge chairs on the beach with our coffee, and watch the sun rise.
Then basically we would lay around by the beach or the pool till lunch time, and then do the same until dinner time. It was pretty stressful. We reminisced a lot about our wedding, told each other stories about things we had missed that the other one saw. This was one of those rare times in life that there was an experience that affected me so deeply, and that someone else felt exactly the same way.
Every night we would get dressed up and go out to dinner. There were 7 restaurants on the resort, and we tried all of them. I think my favorite was probably the buffet because I am and adventurous eater, they had so many unique things to try, I could select exactly what I wanted, and it was a grand open atrium spilling out onto a deck on stilts above the aqua sea. Stunning.
We met wonderful native people who worked on the resort. We were amused by how pleasant, yet guarded they seemed at first, (as Todd and I both are out-of-control inquisitive question-askers) and we were unclear whether it was Jamaican culture, or Sandals culture. Over the course of the week as we got to know people better, we decided it was a little bit of both. We learned it was not necessarily discouraged to leave the resort, but our security guard who sort of became our confidant who became quickly attentive to all our habits and preferences, recommended a cab driver escort if we were to venture into town. It was vague how much of a safety issue it was, but he was pretty adamant that we have an escort so the whole thing seemed like a hassle and a $100 expense or something, so we flaked out and stayed on the resort. At one point we walked down the beach and signed out at the security booth to continue off Sandals property and down along the public beach that adjoined several other resorts. I will tell you that aside from the annoyance of having to shake an aggressive drug dealer the moment we stepped off the Sandals property, we immediately became aware of what you are truly purchasing when you go with Sandals versus another resort. We had somehow been unaware of the total impact of the busy employees working discreetly around us at all times. The other resorts just paled in comparison to the flawless paradise that Sandals has cultivated. I mean those beaches were gorgeous no matter how you slice it, but Sandals attention to detail took it to a whole other level. If a giant dead leaf fell from a tree and floated down to the ground, a Sandals employee swept it up within minutes. If your feet are sandy and you want to go have an elegant lunch without going back to your room, there are beautiful glass in laid tile overhead and foot showers within just steps of wherever you were. If you felt like something sweet, how about you self serve an ice cream cone right next to the tiki hut beach bar.
This sure is reading like an advertisement for Sandals, but it was a once in a life time opportunity, and I want to preserve every perfect detail in my online diary. Our original goal had been to go to Italy for our honeymoon. We ultimately decided we really could not afford that at this time, with the wedding and everything, but in the end I think it was a good choice. It leaves Italy as something to look forward to in the future, plus, doing Europe properly requires so much planning and traveling around. Sandals gave us the permission to sit on our butts and be lazy, recover from our months of pre wedding stress, not have to think about a thing, and just get to enjoy being married.