I think this is the best turnaround time that I’ve had from Thing That Happened to Blogging About Thing That Happened since like, November.
We’re back from Jamaica (well, I’m back in Miami and Ryan is back in England) and I’m still in a bit of a holiday fog, which is a very nice alternative to the fog that I’ve felt I’ve been in for the last few months. I’m feeling recharged and refreshed and so much of that is due to family adventures, fresh air, and fun times on the island.
I would have a much better variety of photos from Kingston, but the second the plane touched down on the island my dad went into full-blown HELICOPTER DAD mode and acted as if we’d be abducted should we dare venture out of his sight.
Which a) I’m not 16 anymore and b) I’m not an idiot, but I gave him the win on this and, since we were only in Kingston for one night, went along with being shuttled around to approved locations*.
Our first stop was Devon House (famed for its ice cream, and rightfully so). The grounds were really, really pretty, though I was still acclimating and spent most of my time trying not to melt! I got stopped right after I took that flower photo above and was told that I couldn’t take photos with my camera. After a head scratch I asked, “With this camera or not at all?”
“With that camera.”
(Sensing the source of the trouble) “Okay, I’m not taking photos for commercial purposes, these are for personal use.”
“Well, they don’t know that. If it was a smaller camera, that would be fine.”
First, who is they? I rolled my eyes and walked away instead of asking because…well…how can you reason with that? It’s not like I was going to sell postcards with my family members’ faces on them. I was just so happy to be in Jamaica and in the sunshine that I let it go, but: Devon House, get it together. That’s a rule that needs some serious clarification.**
When I told the adults about my encounter, we were whisked away to Emancipation Park in New Kingston. I thought it was so sweet that they offered to relocate because I was really fine hanging out and not taking photos, but I guess my dad figured that if he was going to keep us on a short leash that he might as well give me something to take pictures of. 🙂
I loved the park. It is such a beautiful example of community and serenity in a city that can be so busy and hectic.
Ryan was a fan as well, as you can see!
We spent the rest of our time in Kingston resting up for the festivities to come and worrying about how we were going to fit everything in the car once we picked up my sister and her man for the trip to Mandeville (spoiler alert: we made it work). I did command the troops outside before we packed everything up for a mini-photo session, partly to see if I could get my dad to smile in a single photo, mostly because I wanted to make sure that I can carry on the torch of filling the family photo albums. We’re not a bad looking bunch, huh? 😉
* Kingston is not scary but it’s admittedly not really a tourist destination so Dad kind of had a point. Still, it would have been nice to see more of the city since I hadn’t been back in ages. Next time. 🙂
** There are no ads on this blog and none of my trip was sponsored, so I’m super, 100% comfortable digging in on this. If no photography was allowed, I would have absolutely respected that. But just shooting with a DSLR is an automatic disqualifier? That’s really unfortunate. I’m glad that I was able to take some really nice shots of family before anything was said.