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Ciao, Puerto Rico
It’s over? Am I really leaving all this behind? Every time I leave a country it feels like a break up. Knowing that for now, this country and I can’t be together brings about an overwhelming sense of sadness. I feel the pain of separation creeping up on me as the plane leaves my newest love behind. I am overrun with thoughts of how we can rebuild our love–of how quickly I can get back to rekindle this relationship. The first week back home is miserable. All I can think about is that country. All I can talk about is…
Beauty at the Bio Bay
It was pouring down rain. Not exactly ideal weather for kayaking on a bioluminescent bay in the pitch black darkness of the night. But José, the driver of the tour bus kept reassuring us that it wasn’t raining in Fajardo. After all, it was one hour from San Juan on another part of the island, and his people at the tour company had told him it was not raining there. One hour later, the bus having splashed through rather thick traffic most of the way, we arrived. And it was raining. But considering that he had provided some laughs and a cooler…
Uncle Jorge
A slushy machine? Jorge, the bartender of the millennium, set the tall glasses in front of us, complete with the little umbrella and a cherry, and waited patiently for our reactions. I did not have high expectations. Had I not already seen Andrew Zimmern’s shocked reaction, I would have been just as surprised that the “original” and supposed best Piña Colada, was a pre-made mixture from a slushy machine. I tried it. The sticky, humid temperature of the evening made that first cold sip quenching and almost heavenly. It really was the best Piña Colada I had ever tasted! We told Jorge exactly…
Café in the plaza
Trying to channel my inner artist and writer, I searched endlessly for Cuatro Estaciones Café, a café known as a popular meeting place for artists and writers. After asking hotel guest services, several locals on the street, the girl behind the jewelry shop counter, and the man in the restaurant opposite the plaza, all of whom had no idea what I was talking about, I thought I might never find it. But lo and behold, the third person we asked at the tourist bureau knew what it was and where to find it. And when I finally saw it, I…
Tranquility at San Cristóbal
So I’m supposed to be doing this travel writing thing; supposed to be documenting the things I see in the places I go. But I can’t stalk out a story. I can’t just show up at a historical site, or restaurant, or cultural location, and start to write. The story finds me. It manifests itself anywhere, at any time, and demands to be written. So when I found myself at Castillo de San Cristóbal, one of the forts of San Juan, and a truly recognizable symbol of Puerto Rico, I figured I should probably write something about it. I stood there,…