If it weren’t for the couple tossing their Frisbee on the sand in front of me, I would still be fast asleep in my beach chair. A lush coconut tree, heavy with fruit, shades me from the bright Caribbean sun, and the soft cascading of waves upon the shoreline calms my weariness.
Not that I’m really weary, so to speak, but rather, relaxed. Jamaica’s island beat moves at its own pace, and I’m finally been able to slow my overdrive life — at least for a while. Some vacations are meant to sooth tired souls, and this one at Grand Lido Resort fits the bill.
But not all trips go as planned. As Leslie Forsberg relates in