Blissfully Wandering the Jamaican Streets

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an all-inclusive resort, so the drinks started flowing early.</p><p id="8c09">After an incredible day in the sun, two of the groomsmen asked me to join them for dinner off the property. I didn’t know them well, but later dated one of them for a short time after my first marriage ended in a divorce.</p><p id="e94c">I was very spontaneous in my younger days and didn’t hesitate when they invited me. Everything was very blissful. We were enjoying the evening out on the town. We had an incredible dinner with fantastic entertainment.</p><p id="e93c">The next thing I knew, I had gone from free-spirited to frantically looking for the bathroom. I quickly asked a staff member where the bathroom was? She couldn’t understand my English, or perhaps my words were slurring!</p><p id="1a34">I soon got through to her, and she pointed me in the right direction. I wasn’t thrilled to have a steep set of stairs to climb, believe me. I’m not even sure how I made it.</p><p id="61dd">I quickly grabbed some paper towels and doused them with water. I sat down for a minute, feeling faint. I promptly took the wet paper towels and dabbed my forehead and the back of my neck.</p><p id="4dc6">I recall telling myself to snap out of it; reminding myself that I barely knew my escorts! I thought, are they even going to wait for me?</p><p id="71ec"><b>Long story short, my blissful wandering led me to a

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bathroom stall, but the guys waited for me, and I never fainted. Thank God! My fainting spell quickly passed, and soon I was blissfully wandering again.</b></p><figure id="5880"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*[email protected]"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="2af8">I’m writing this as a thank you note to the two groomsmen in Jamaica, who indeed ended up to be gentlemen. Thank you for not leaving me.</p><p id="a728"><b>Thank you, <a href="">Trista Signe Ainsworth</a>, for your special publication; Thank You Notes. </b>This story will always stick with me like a stupid piece of toilet paper dragging on the bottom of a person’s shoe coming out of a stall!</p><p id="c3c7"><b>I hope you enjoyed my blissful wandering. Won’t you please share a story soon?</b></p><div id="42db" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/your-blissful-wanderings-5ca6f7b0566"> <div> <div> <h2>Your Blissful Wanderings</h2> <div><h3>Thank You Notes #30</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*P1CHVETldb7ejkJUNHoDlQ.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Until I felt faint

“THERE’S DEFINITELY HEALING PROPERTIES TO BEING IN PROXIMITY TO THE OCEAN AND THAT BREEZE. THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT THAT CARIBBEAN CLIMATE AND HUMIDITY.”

– JOHNNY DEPP

Let’s travel back in time to the summer of 1997. My sister got married for the first time in Jamaica.

The wedding turned out beautifully. My sister looked gorgeous, and my daughter was the flower girl. I was the maid of honor. I had my hair done up in a Jamaican style. I felt like a movie star.

The days leading up to this wonderful wedding were beyond impressive. The ocean, live music, swimming, delicious food and unlimited drinks were extraordinary.

The blissful wandering

The days leading up to the wedding were a taste of heaven. There is one particular day that stands out in my mind. Our whole group met at the pool. It was an all-inclusive resort, so the drinks started flowing early.

After an incredible day in the sun, two of the groomsmen asked me to join them for dinner off the property. I didn’t know them well, but later dated one of them for a short time after my first marriage ended in a divorce.

I was very spontaneous in my younger days and didn’t hesitate when they invited me. Everything was very blissful. We were enjoying the evening out on the town. We had an incredible dinner with fantastic entertainment.

The next thing I knew, I had gone from free-spirited to frantically looking for the bathroom. I quickly asked a staff member where the bathroom was? She couldn’t understand my English, or perhaps my words were slurring!

I soon got through to her, and she pointed me in the right direction. I wasn’t thrilled to have a steep set of stairs to climb, believe me. I’m not even sure how I made it.

I quickly grabbed some paper towels and doused them with water. I sat down for a minute, feeling faint. I promptly took the wet paper towels and dabbed my forehead and the back of my neck.

I recall telling myself to snap out of it; reminding myself that I barely knew my escorts! I thought, are they even going to wait for me?

Long story short, my blissful wandering led me to a bathroom stall, but the guys waited for me, and I never fainted. Thank God! My fainting spell quickly passed, and soon I was blissfully wandering again.

I’m writing this as a thank you note to the two groomsmen in Jamaica, who indeed ended up to be gentlemen. Thank you for not leaving me.

Thank you, Trista Signe Ainsworth, for your special publication; Thank You Notes. This story will always stick with me like a stupid piece of toilet paper dragging on the bottom of a person’s shoe coming out of a stall!

I hope you enjoyed my blissful wandering. Won’t you please share a story soon?