After 2 years of co-ordingating ‘Babygroup’, I was delighted to have the best turn-out ever for my last week of orgnanising it.
For my birthday, I planned a surprise weekend away for my husband and I. About 3 days before, he guessed the whole thing. ‘We’ve always done a mad walk for your birthday, and the maddest place we could walk to from here would be Holywell National Park’ he said. Correct!
A luxury guest-house, a weekend away, a chance to go horse riding on the beach… I heard the term ‘Babymoon’ somewhere and decided now B (our baby boy) was a robust 7 weeks old, it was time to get out of Kingston. H (my husband) explained to me later, as we lay in our gorgeous king-size bed with B kicking and chortling between us, that a Babymoon was when a kind person, usually Granny, babysits the baby for the first time and the parents get away together for a romantic break. Not so easy when Grannies are 10,000km away!
Last weekend, H (my husband) and I joined a gang of his work mates and their families renting villas at Goblin Hill Villas, a resort on Jamaica’s north east coast. With just 3 weeks until my estimated delivery date, I was keen to get out of Kingston on one more adventure before the little screamer turns up and the s**t literally hits the fan!
With two Irish colleagues visiting Kingston for two days on business, I had to make sure they saw a bit more of Jamaica than the offices and hotels of New Kingston. So, on their last day, I sped them out to Fort Clarence for a sunny swim and a fry up Friday fishy lunch!
If you read my post Downton Kingston, you’ll know my first trip with my husband to Coronation Market was a fairly adrenalin-filled adventure, where we bought nothing, kept madly smiling and moving on and felt pretty much like target practice! Well, I’m delighted to say that I’ve just been there for a second time, this time with a local, and had a totally different experience. Certainly pays to follow someone about who knows what they are doing!
It’s one of the top ten things to do in Jamaica: to see the sunrise from Blue Mountains’ highest peak. It’s also something that I figure will be pretty much impossible with a baby, so I had a huge desire to do it – and to do it as soon as possible because at 7 months’ pregnant, I am not getting any smaller!
It was our first Sunday in Jamaica and we needed an adventure. Something to help us feel like we’d really arrived in the Caribbean and I was dying to get in the sea. So, H (my husband) and I decided to go to Port Royale – what used to be ‘the richest and wickedest city on earth’…