In the fifteen months Esther and i have been parents, we've only left Jordan twice for any significant length of time. The first was the Philippines in November, and Esther's mom said he did great. No problems, no fuss, no major events. Our second was to Miami for a few days before Jam Cruise, and my parents took care of him.
We left on January 1st and spent three days in Miami, escaping Chicago just before the polar vortex (it even has a wikipedia page). We spent most of our time in South Beach, enjoying the vast selection of delicious food and expensive shopping. It's a very trendy area, filled with beautiful people, nice cars, and tourists. The only time we ventured out of that bubble was an afternoon in Little Havana. The people we met there were incredibly friendly and i spoke a little Spanish, which came more easily than expected.
On Jan 4th, we embarked on our real vacation: Jam Cruise. Neither of us had ever been on a cruise, but after this, i couldn't imagine any other kind. Imagine a floating five star hotel with a music festival attached. The boat had a gym, a casino, a spa, a few dance clubs, and 7 different music venues scattered around the ship. Roughly fifty bands played several shows each over 5 days. There was music from 11am until 6am daily, often two or three shows happening simultaneously. The buffet was excellent, diverse, and available around the clock. It was so good that i was literally never hungry. Even when it was time to eat, i was still full from the previous meal, but i would join Esther who is once again eating for two (see what i did there?).
|Pool stage from the second level.|
|Keller and the Kimocks in the Pantheon Theater|
|Piano Sets in the atrium|
|The Infamous Stringdusters|
|John Popper, DJ Logic, George Porter Jr., Stanley Jordan, and Adam Deitch|
|Rainy, but still kinda Jamaizing™|
We met a lot of interesting people on the boat. By far the most random coincidence was meeting these two, Emily and Steven.
So we were dancing near each other at a show and she leans over to ask me who i play for. I wonder if she thinking i'm a musician, but i quickly realize i'm wearing an ultimate frisbee shirt so i tell her, i play in China. We get to talking more and it turns out we have a lot in common: they live in Colorado, about 15 minutes from my house; she plays frisbee with a bunch of my friends from Boulder; he has a sister living in Hangzhou and will visit her this year. Small, small world. We proceeded to party over the next few days.
Oh, and when we returned back home, our little boy was so happy to see us, but he had been totally fine with his grandparents while we were gone.