Montego Bay-Days 5 & 6

Friday was a lazy day for us.  We slept in until 9:30 (I never thought I would refer to 9:30 as "sleeping in"), then hit the breakfast buffet, as always.  Ryan decided he wanted to be near a bar, so we went to the main pool, which I hated, because it was dirty and harder to relax, since there was always so much going on there.  Luckily, I convinced him to bring his drink back to our pool and we relaxed there until our couple's massage (which our butlers set up for us the day before).  Neither one of us had ever had a massage before and we both desperately needed it.  It was hard for me to relax, though, because the blanket was pulled a little tight around my neck and I have issues with things getting too close to my neck....Overall, it was great, though.  We ordered room service after that (mozzarella sticks and chocolate cake for me and a bacon cheeseburger for Ryan).  I was frustrated that day also, because I felt like my legs were still as white as when we got there!!  No matter how much time I spent outside, they just weren't getting tan!  Ryan had also decided that day that we weren't going on any more excursions, because the people trying to sell stuff were too annoying for him (because he can't just learn to say no...).  I was annoyed and a little disappointed, but glad that we might actually come home with some money in our pockets! 
There was a craft fair on the resort that day (which was basically just more of the peddlars trying to sell you stuff) and I went to check it out by myself.  As soon as they see you coming, they're out of their seats and trying to sell you stuff!!  It's crazy!!  I scoped out some things, then came back to get Ryan, who was very hesitant to come with me.  He didn't want to leave the resort anymore for this very reason and now I was dragging him along!  I told him to just keep his mouth shut because I already knew what I wanted and how much I was willing to pay for it.  I got to practice my bargaining skills for real this time!  I managed to get two pieces of jewelry and a magnet made from a coconut for $26!  The magnet was actually funny, because I offered him $7 and then realized I only had $6.  I felt a little bad, but he gave it to me anyway (not without huffing and puffing) and probably STILL made a hefty profit!  After that we spent a lot of time inside watching TV, which was when we both admitted that we kind of wanted to go home.  I was tired of the bug bites and the sunburn and not being able to eat what I want, when I want.  There was definitely not a shortage of food, but I wanted a bag of Doritos and a Dr. Pepper sooooo bad!!  The massage therapist had told me that the oils they used should keep the bugs away, but it definitely had the opposite effect and I was eaten alive again!!  By that point, I had over 25 bug bites that I could count.  On top of that, I had decided not to lotion my legs anymore in an attempt to get them tan...and above my knees ended up burning and below the knees barely got any color at all.  I was convinced I'd be the first person to come home from a week in Jamaica without a tan!! 
We finally decided to walk around for a little bit and went to the beach-side buffet.  They had a nice spread of all kinds of food, some displayed on a kayak!  They had a guy chopping coconuts with a bottle of rum next to him to make your own drinks.  People were drinking them right out of the coconut!  We didn't get one, but we should have...I actually found that I liked the buffet food better than the restaurant food, which I thought was odd.  At this buffet, there was a contortionist, then a guy who danced on nails, then blew fire.  My camera was annoying me, because it doesn't take very good pictures in the dark, so I couldn't really get any good ones.  David & Lo sat with us through dinner (after they realized they were sitting at the table next to us), so it was nice to hang out with them again. 
Sadly, that night was probably the latest we actually stayed out during the whole trip...about 9pm.

Saturday was not the best day for us.  I woke up in a horrible mood!!  How anyone could wake up in a bad mood in paradise is beyond me, but if anyone could find a way, it's me!!  I guess it was the old "too much of a good thing" deal.  If I got one more bug bite, I was ready to jump off a bridge.  I was tired of itching, tired of using tampons (hate them!  TMI, I know...sorry) and tired of not being able to use my car, which I thought I would enjoy...I hated that nothing was spur of the moment and you needed to plan everything out.  I was tired of having the same food to choose from everyday and wearing dirty clothes (totally didn't pack enough) and bathing suits.  I had a dream the night before that we were home and it made me homesick.  We had such a difficult time deciding on a honeymoon, because Ryan wanted just a beach and I wanted somewhere where there was stuff to do and see.  Jamaica was a good compromise.  But, Ryan didn't want to do any more excursions at that point, because it was too much of a hassle and I was crazy bored with the pool and the ocean.  I was definitely ready to come home by then.  I was tired of only being served water or something alcoholic.  I was tired of fat girls who think they can wear bikinis (it actually says that in my journal...again...horrible person...). 
We had asked Hector the night before the reserve us two spots on the beach for the morning.  They were in the usual spot, under the tree where the tide breaks.  This next part is actually a little funny looking back, but it seriously ruined my day (and essentially the rests of the trip).  I have ALWAYS been competely freaked out by sea life.  All week, I had been painfully aware of the tiny fish swimming in the shallow part of the ocean.  I watched my step walking in, making sure they weren't anywhere near me.  Once you were out far enough, they either weren't there or I didn't notice, so I was good to go.  We were having a good time, just relaxing in the water and I kept feeling something brushing my leg.  I assumed it was a leaf from one of the trees on the beach and I ignored it.  But, it wouldn't go away!!  So, I finally looked down to swat it away and there was a big black fish swimming between my legs.  I literally screamed and jumped up and wrapped my legs around Ryan's waist.  Apparently I screamed pretty loud, because the whole beach laughed at me, but I really didn't care.  I was incredibly skeeved and traumatized.  Ryan is still convinced I imagined it, but I'd swear on my life it was a fish!!  Naturally, we were done in the ocean after that (at least I was).  We were just sitting on our beach chairs and I was trying to compose myself for a few minutes and Ryan got up and dipped back in the water for a second before coming back and asking if I wanted to go to the pool.  On the way back to the pool, he told me his little dip back in the water was to wash off the bird poop that just landed on him!  What a horrible morning!!
Not much happend after that.  We went back to our pool for a little bit, then hit the lunch buffet (which we ddin't even know existed until Thursday) and then spent a couple hours watching TV.  We spent a fortune on souvenirs, then back to watching TV.  I kept thinking how I couldn't wait to go home, but the I went out onto the patio with my journal and the fabulous view and amazing weather and I wanted to stay forever.  If only I could have bottled it up and took it with me.  Out of everything we did while we were there, my favorite was just sitting and relaxing and enjoying the weather.  I'm a simple girl. 
The peacock got way too friendly for my comfort level.  It kept wandering onto our porch while we were outside.  At one point, we got scared and went inside and the jumped up on my chair and was checking out the stuff we left on the table.  Then it was drinking out of our pool.  Hector told us they're fine as long as you let them come to you, but if they feel backed into a corner, they will attack.  I didn't take any chances and kept my distance.


I managed to get this awesome picture before we got TOO scared!!

That night, we went to the Italian restaurant at the Montego Bay resort (we were at Royal Caribbean) for dinner.  It was good, but the French still held the first prize.  The bus back to our resort didn't leave for two hours after we finished our dinner, so we had a lot of time to kill.  The resort was a lot bigger than ours, so we walked around for a while.  Some aspects of it were nicer than ours, but none of the rooms seemed to have a very good view.  You could tell that it was geard towards partiers, by the set-up (a huge bar as soon as you walk in) and the general atmosphere and people.  It was directly across the street from the airport, which really freaked me out.  While we were eating dinner, a plane took off and it creeped out to see it that close to us.  But, while we were outside waiting for the bus back, another one took off and we literally saw it racing down the runway.  No doubt we picked the right resort!!