Thursday, February 21, 2013

La Isla Bonita

Last week I was lucky enough to tag along with my husband to his sales meeting. I've done this twice before. But this time, it was particularly lovely, as we were in a warm locale in the middle of February. Now I suppose if you are fortunate enough to live someplace that is temperate throughout the year this wouldn't be such a big deal, but since I don't live someplace temperate (Indiana is many things, but friends, it ain't temperate) it was a big deal to me. We managed to have my sister-in-law come over for a few days of child wrangling and we were able to fly away to Puerto Rico.

I have never been to this pretty island, but if I'm ever given the chance again, I will go back in a heartbeat. It was beautiful, the people were lovely, the food was delicious, and it was like Foreign Destination Lite, given that Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory, requiring neither a passport nor a change of currency.

We didn't have long--just three full days--as we didn't want to tax our babysitting service, nonetheless, I was able to sit on the beach, visit Old San Juan twice, eat delicious food, watch some fabulous locals show off on their boogie boards, enjoy a slice of time with my beloved, and take lots of pictures. So sit back for the modern day equivalent of your Uncle Larry's vacation slide show. And if you are like me, and don't have the luck of living in temperate climes but are stuck in the middle of the February doldrums, look at the pictures, imagine the sound of the ocean, and sip a drink with an umbrella in it. You'll be transported--if only for a few minutes.

The capitol building as viewed from the Castillo San Cristobal.

Castillo San Cristobal. Stunning views.

Castillo El Morro from Castillo San Cristobal. Two beautiful, old forts in Old San Juan.

The cemetery below El Morro. One of the most picturesque and symbolic sites in Old San Juan.

El Morro.

I'm a sucker for pretty doors. And Old San Juan had plenty. 

Those mountains? They make some good coffee.

Governor's residence, Old San Juan.

This guy? He was a great singer. And I understood about every 3rd word he was saying. High school Spanish only goes so far, people. I'm such a gabacha.

The Cathedral of San Juan. 

Seriously. I could live here.

See? More doors. Told ya. Complete sucker.

Love the blue brick streets.


Total sucker. And my oldest claims this as her favorite. She never met a turquoise she didn't like.

Sucker, sucker, sucker.

The view from our hotel room. Your shoulders just lowered 2 inches, didn't they?

Hello pretty Puerto Rican finch. Why yes, I did see you carry away a lizard  twice your size. Ain't skeerd.

This lady? Not only was she beautiful, but she was a complete BOSS on the waves.

Boss. Boss.

"I am the mayor of these waves."

This guy? SO FUN to watch. He hooted and hollered each time he rode a good wave.

Wave + Face = Still way better than any attempt I could make.

Tomorrow I will post a picture and tell you a funny story about this trip. It involves my camera and my beloved and me. And that's all I'll say for now. 

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