seastar inn (the other day)

i am sitting in the seastar inn, couch. thighs sticking to the cushion, sweaty.  no matter how shady it is it's still unbelieveably hot.  humid.  i'm talking with anna-maria as she's making her school schedual.  there's just something so weo=ird with seeing the vanier homepage and palm trees in the same place.  the place we're staying at, elvis & laura's guesthouse, is pretty much right in the jungle.  not exactly, but something like it.  we're staying in the country side of west end negril, with winding paths and shortcuts through the bush and behind buildings.  the buildings are small, concrete houses and