Day two started a little more slowly. Apparently cheap Chardonnay consumption is not conducive to a good night sleep or a clear head in the morning. No matter – it’s Sunday and even here everything slows down on Sunday. Except the wind. It was blowing forcefully from the start so yellow flags went out to signal caution for water sports. No worries mon – we’re going snorkeling!

We were booked on the 11 am snorkel trip which was just enough time to get breakfast and get rid of the hangover before heading into deeper waters. Today we didn’t want to mess with multiple meals so we headed for the buffet. An omelet, yogurt, fruit salad and lots of coffee helped set us right. Then off to a different reef for some zen time with the fishes. Frank still had problems getting a mask that fit right (Must. Not. Make. Nose. Joke.) so he cut his swim short but even in the choppy seas, it was beautiful watching the fish and the coral.

Back in time for lunch and again we headed to the buffet. More jerk chicken with callaloo and rice. And a gluten free dessert on the buffet! Okay it was creme brûlée which gets a bit boring after a while but at least they were making an effort. Walking out of the restaurant, we ran into the piano player from the bar the night before and chatted briefly about his hiccups. He had a terrible case while playing and I gave him the sure fire cure that I had gotten from the bar tender at the 19th hole at Pebble Beach years ago: a shot of angostura bitters on a slice of lemon. He never found the bitters but swears just the lemon worked. Then he asked if I was going to be at the piano bar on Monday since he so enjoyed my singing. WTF? No one enjoys my singing. Ask my daughter who actually has an amazing voice. We just laughed and said we would be there and wandered on.

A few hours later, we were walking by one of the bars when I heard a voice say “are you going to sing again tonight?” I turned to see one of the piano bar patrons who continued, “we really loved your singing, you were having such a good time and it was really good”. Huh? I thanked her graciously and said I planned to be at the piano bar on Monday since it was closed Sunday night.

The afternoon was pretty subdued since many of the regular activities don’t happen on Sunday and sometime after lunch the red flag went up for high winds and choppy surf. This meant no kayaking, waterskiing or other such activities. So swimming and walking along the beach were the main endeavors of the the day. We had just wandered out into the warm, impossibly clear and shallow surf when I heard a voice say “look it’s the singer”. Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Three women who had been at the piano bar then proceeded to tell me how much they enjoyed my singing and loved how I was so “into it”; they were also I pressed at how I knew all the words. I thanked them graciously and decided it was time for a walk.

One of the sad things about these types of resorts is that you don’t really see or understand the conditions outside of the compound. We got to see some of it as we sat in traffic trying to get out of Montego Bay on the ride in from the airport. There were lots of “entrepreneurs,” as the bus driver called them, selling everything you can imagine through the windows of stopped cars. There was a similar situation as we walked down the beach and passed public spaces and less affluent resorts and hotels. Every ten paces or so we would be offered pot but these entrepreneurs were very polite and always took no for an answer.

An afternoon of walking, napping, and drinking behind us and it was time to get ready for dinner. Tonight’s aperitif was cheap bubbly (French but not champagne) and we watched another beautiful sunset while the iPod played mellow 70s tunes in the background. Dinner would be later tonight as we had reservations at the fancy Thai restaurant. We drank martinis and played pool and talked our way into being seated at 8 even though our reservations were for 9. Same routine: chef comes out and tells me what I can and can’t order and we have a lovely dinner – sans cheap Chilean Chardonnay this time.

Heading back to the room after dinner, we passed a few folks heading into the bar. And what do I hear? “Hey Kelly – look! It’s the singer” Holy over rated vocal chords Batman! This is crazy! One last walk in the moonlight and we headed for an early bed. I suppose I should be well rested before my next “performance”.