In all the years I’ve authored this blog, I’ve never written posts about our trips to Jamaica, because if I were to, they would all pretty much read the same. We stay at Couples Swept Away in Negril and:
- eat great food
- drink fancy cocktails 🍸
- read, lounge, and take long walks on the beach
- swim in pools and the ocean
- partake of hot tubs and massages
- snorkle, scuba dive, SUP, and sail
- banter with the Jamaican staff—quite possibly the friendliest and most fun-loving people on earth
Admittedly, these are not particularly adventurous or culturally deep trips. We go there for a reliably fun, relaxing, invigorating, and indulgent getaway.
In other words, blissful to experience, but a real snooze in print.
But then I realized that each visit has its own unique tale and, having just returned from the island for the fourth time (as an adult, after two forays as a youngster) I thought I’d regale you with them here. Grab a rum punch and settle into your imaginary beach lounger.
Visit: 1
Reason: 10th wedding anniversary
Trip Nickname: Our First “Missed” Christmas
The school year calendar prevented us from traveling over our actual anniversary, so we went at the soonest possible opportunity: Christmas break. Though we had a hellish time getting to the island, once we finally arrived we got down to business taking advantage of everything our tropical home had to offer. One of those amenities was a free resort dive. The husband—Water Pokémon and son of a Royal Navy rescue diver—passed the swim test with ease and was eager to get submerged. But I—Earth Pokémon and old-lady-style paddler—couldn’t pass the swim test. Ergo, no diving.
Read more: When Bad Things Happen to Good Travelers, Episode 1: The Layover of a Lifetime
The husband did one additional dive on this trip to get PADI certified (a third attempt was aborted due to inner ear issues). As for me, my poor swimming skills and lack of comfort in the water meant that deep down I was kind of relieved I didn’t have to SCUBA, but paradoxically, I was also disappointed to have missed the experience. Despite this, we had such an outstanding time on the trip that, on the plane ride home, not only did I vow aloud that we would return the following Christmas, I also decreed that the husband must teach me to swim properly in the intervening twelve months so that I could finally join him on the sea floor breathing canned air. Time would tell if either of us had the skills to pull it off . . .
Visit: 2
Reason: See above
Trip Nickname: War & Peace (& War & Peace & . . . )
In one of my proudest accomplishments, I did learn to swim properly in the year between trips. The husband and I don’t have a great track record when we engage in instructor/pupil pursuits, particularly when he’s the instructor and I’m the pupil. Arguments rise to the surface like nitrogen bubbles in a diver with the bends. But this time, the stakes were plain and time was limited, so we adjusted our attitudes and made it work. After mastering my freestyle, all that was left was to open my eyes underwater. Simple, right? Not so fast. I’m supremely eyeball squeamish, so it took me many more months before I could finally work up the nerve to do it. I disliked the sensation intensely, but I didn’t go blind, so I guess it can be called a success.
Bilateral breathing and eyeball opening accomplished, we made for Jamaica where everything was as it had been the year before . . . except for one thing.
The husband’s PADI certification meant unlimited free diving, and this meant that the husband donned his neoprene and disappeared every morning for hours on end. I felt abandoned and neglected, which led to him feeling pressured and resentful.
Classic.
It was the age-old tale of differing and unmet expectations. Bickering ensued. Lots of it. Just what you want on a romantic vacation.
Eventually we came to a truce, and on future visits, knowing how rarely the husband gets a chance to dive, I would know to moderate my “us time” expectations and embrace the freedom of my extra “me time.” For his part, he would be more sensitive to my needs once back on dry land. These attitudinal calibrations alone have made all the difference.
And in case you’re wondering, I did pass the swim test and do a dive. For this Earth Pokémon, it was a lot like going to Las Vegas: glad I did it . . . don’t need to do it again.
Nice description. Added to my bucket list ….
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You should be proud of what you achieved and then cheer the husband on from the safety of a suitable deck chair on the sand, complete with book in one hand and beverage in the other! Win Win! 🙂 Mel
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Great minds think alike!
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Oh my god you’re so funny!! Thank goodness I knew how to swim before I met Richard. It would have been as frustrating/argument ensuing as me teaching him golf!! Maggie
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Haha – so you know what I’m talking about then. I’m guessing it’s a common theme among couples. 🙂
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Great stories! So glad you learned to swim and dive. (Two things I have yet to accomplish, but hopefully some day.) “Kiss here” and just following directions–love it. Glad you worked out your differences over the dive time. You guys are great!
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Thank you! Thank you!!
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I’ve never been to Jamaica and you make is sound so inviting. You had me at no high-rise buildings by the beach. I’m glad you two have found a way to enjoy yourselves, even if there was a bit of friction.
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Yep, we found some sandpaper to smooth out the rough. 🙂
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Great on you for learning to swim! I too learned that skill later in life. It was only during the lockdown season that I started learning, swimming proper. But it feels great, though, doesn’t it? Here’s to learning more life skills!
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It really does feel good to know how to side-breathe. The husband always takes goggles and a swim cap on our travels, just in case he finds himself with a chance to do some laps. I really should start doing that, too. Pools and swimming opportunities can crop up in unlikely places. You don’t want to get caught with your swim trunks down!
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That was an enjoyable read. It also looks and sounds wonderful – though, considering I was brought up on the coast, I do not have a good relationship with water (except for domestic purposes).
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Thank you! Yeah, you folks are never far from water. Must be nice!
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You mean the incessant rain?
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Hahaha!
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Congrats on making that dove! I’m you. Pre trip instruction that is. I can swim to save my life but not much else. Definitely eyeball squeamish as well, can’t even put drops in there.
But Jamaica sounds wonderful. I’d happily sit on a beach with a cocktail while my other half went diving.
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Thank you. It was worth all the effort, and of course knowing how to swim is a residual benefit!
I know someone who once dropped a book while reading in bed and got a paper cut in the eyeball. Isn’t that just horrifying?!?!
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Yikes!
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It gives me the willies every time I think about it, which, fortunately, isn’t often. 👁️👁️
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Sounds like a great getaway, but I was drinking wine while reading this. Rum punch would have really heightened the experience.
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You can always try again later! 🙂
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Any excuse for rum!
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Kudos to you for learning to swim. Having grown up on the east coast, it’s always a surprise to me when people can’t swim. I’m a bit afraid of scuba diving after a friend died (she had an asthma attack), but I love snorkeling.
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Yup, I’m guessing lots of us landlubbers can’t swim well. My mom put me in swimming lessons as a kid, but I didn’t like it so she didn’t force the issue. I wish she had.
So sorry to hear about your friend. That’s just terrible.
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Your posts are such enjoyable reads and just what I needed after a sleepless night! When we first met, Valters took it upon himself to teach me to drive a car. Let’s just say it didn’t go well and while it wasn’t to the point where we parted ways, there were definitely a good few days of silent treatment involved!
Congratulations on learning how to swim – swimming is not only a great skill to have, it can help you improve your health. I started snorkelling around Sligo last summer, but haven’t really considered taking up scuba diving lessons, experiencing unparalleled adventure and seeing the world beneath the waves. It sounds like heaps of fun. Thanks for sharing your Jamaican adventures, now I have to – happily – add yet another new place to my travel wish list. Aiva xx
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Thanks for your kind words, Aiva. I’m glad to hear the husband and I aren’t the only ones who don’t function well as teacher/student – haha!
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