jamaica, jamaica, jamaica, jamaica. the rockhouse in negril, to be exact.

that is, provided we don’t get hit with a large storm on our day of departure, like poor ak, who sat on a tarmac on a plane headed to london for three hours this am. and also provided i lose 45 pounds before then, so the sight of my body in a bathing suit doesn’t immediately kill off all the coral and fish in the reefs surrounding our little oasis.