I Went To Jamaica & Remembered To Slow Down

When I walked into the open-air lobby of S Hotel Montego Bay, I was sweating. Not because it was nearly 90 degrees outside. I’m from Florida. I know heat. I was sweating because I was late. A long wait at immigration had put me nearly an hour behind schedule. I was late for check-in, late to file the assignment I needed to submit before I could even think about showering, and I was probably going to be late to meet the group gathered for the first event of the press trip. I rushed through the...