I’m in Jamaica. I arrived with all my luggage. Now I’m on the bus to the resort. But we appear to have taken a rest stop where the locals can ply their wares. I’ve been here enough that I am comfortable ignoring them. I’ve seen this stop before. They have nothing I want that I don’t already have. Why would I need another conch shell.
The weather is rainy. They say it is a warm rain, and I can trust them on that. I’m just not testing the theory out yet.
But the sea air is hopefully improving my health. I can’t feel my throat tickle as much anymore.