For eight years in a row, I went to Jamaica for the first week in November. I go with a group organized by one guy. However, the past three times I’ve gone, it has been disappointing. It hasn’t been bad, but it has gotten more expensive and nothing seems to improve. Still, I had a lot of friends that were great to see. I met a lot of good people over the years.
Since it was so disappointing three years ago, a splinter group formed. They weren’t trying to make money, but just get together with friends at a different place, and try and do it as cheaply as possible. They started going to the Dominican Republic. The first event was two years ago, and it was great. The latest one was two weeks ago, and I had a blast there. I was astounded at how many of the Jamaican people had also decided to go there instead. I’m almost expecting that the Jamaican event is going to have very few people.
Because, for the first time in eight years, I decided to give Jamaica a pass. The event is happening right now. Part of me is regretting not going. I see from some other friends a few pictures from the event. I don’t think there are many people there, but there are a few surprises.
The organizer never updated the event page with a list of who was going. If I had known, I might have changed my mind. Maybe it is for the best. Attending is a woman I knew from before, and even stayed with in L.A. back in April 2010, before I got hit by a lot of unexpected drama. It would be nice to see her again, but maybe it would be better if I never did again.
But you always wonder about these things.