It’s our final day in Jamaica. We need to take it out with a bang. Stretch, our entertainment coordinator friend, scolded us for not showing up at the show we promised to participate in last night. We told him we were leading “Buffalo Soldier” and “Three Little Birds” singalongs with our chef at the Japanese restaurant, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“We looked all over for you,” he said. “Have you seen Chocolate yet today?”
“Yes,” Amy said. “She forgave us.”
“Hmph,” Stretch said. “I won’t let you off that easy.”
And with that, we promised to come to Karaoke tonight. After that, we are eager for the Roots show: the story of Jamaica’s history through music and dance.
I cannot wait. We will not go to bed early tonight: we will go out with a bang.
For now, we are on the beach, drinking our afternoon coffee (with rum, blended with ice) out of coconuts and talking about finding gaps and filling them at work, making decisions probabilistically, and the fundamentaltheorem of calculus.