This heat and humidity is literally making me crazy. I was standing on the subway platform last night, hair matted to my neck, and I couldn't help but long for a nice, cold blizzard. And not the kind that Dairy Queen is hawking around. Don't get me wrong, I love the summer -- when there's a gentle breeze rolling by, lapping waves at my feet, and no jeans anywhere in sight.
Like at Half Moon in Rose Hall, Jamaica. The Royal Pavilion is nothing short of amazing as far as ceremony venues go.
The water is crystal-clear and lukewarm, the beautiful plantation-style accommodations are warmly inviting, and the scenic views are so striking you'll forget all about that awful evening you spent waiting for the C train.