The good news is that I'm going to have a nice tan from Jamaica.
The bad news is that the tan's not coming until this burn fades (yes, I was wearing sunscreen. It happened in the last hour we were there).
The good news is that we're back in the US.
The bad news is that we had to sprint through MIA to make it back to this state.
The good news is that I was completely relaxed on the beach.
The bad news is that the flight home resulted in higher blood pressure than ever.
The good news is that I didn't get sick in Jamaica.
The bad news is that I almost threw up at the sight of the bathroom on the American Airlines plane (this one needs a parenthetical: I have NEVER, on any continent, on any airline, been in an airplane bathroom as disgusting as Americans'. I have vowed to pay whatever is necessary to avoid them as an airline in the future and to rejoice with great glee when they go bankrupt. Which they will, because the airline is complete misery. I pity anyone who has to work for them. Or fly on them. $4 for a snack box? And there's PEE ALL OVER THE BATHROOM on BOTH flights? That's no longer a coincidence, that's a way of life. Pee people.)
The good news is that I forgot about the world for a few days.
The bad news is that it was here waiting for me.
Next project: find a way to pay for the flight to Liberia.