Our trip to Jamaica was wonderful! As always must happen, vacations end. It’s harder, though, when you go into the airport and the sun’s out, it’s in the mid 80s and humid, and you deplane at your destination and find it’s in the 30s, windy, and dark. But, we’re back, we’re unpacked, and plowing through messages, both physical and virtual!

On a cool note, I didn’t smoke on vacation…the first time in ages and definitely the first time I didn’t smoke in Jamaica. It was hard a times, mostly just remembering doing it. But, if I gave it a thought, i.e. if I had one, I realized in my mind that it wasn’t what I really wanted. And, waking up each morning having survived the previous day’s challenge, I was more empowered. 52 days and counting!

And, on a really sad/pathetic note. After Diane & I got through immigration control at the airport, we were still in the secure pre-Customs baggage claim area. I looked around the huge, very modern looking facility at BWI Airport. Not one sign was in any language other than English. Not even anything in Spanish! What shocked and upset me was that this wasn’t a local mom & pop store in the ‘burbs, or the turbo-flop wing of the airport. It was the international arrival facility. One would think that it’s not just English speakers who’d be traveling through this area. Why not a few signs with multilingual instructions?