The high rollers go to the casino and the expensive resorts; that’s not the tourism dollar that goes into the community beyond the shore. I can’t afford much of that and it’s not my lifestyle.
I can only tell you why we fell in love with Puerto Rico.
The pure physical beauty, shore, mountains; I kept tripping over my tongue saying, “Oh, my!” like it was an original thought.
The culture is gracious, polite. With permission is the way of saying excuse me here. I love the courtesy with which the Puerto Rican people treat each other.
Music is everywhere and there is dancing in the streets. It sounds so cliché, but when you actually see dancing in the streets; it makes you smile from way down deep.
A part of the culture that you won’t see in the resorts is the horsemen on their Paso Finos. On Friday night rides just like days before you can hear the clip, clip, clip of dancing hooves. It’s history; it’s romantic. The first time I saw a man riding down my road on a horse was a complete “waah” little girl moment for me.
We’ve been to the bio bay, looked for manatee, love the art museum in Ponce. The small things are the most wonderful. On route 129 there is a roosting tree for rather large white birds. The pure white birds against dark green foliage, that’s it for me, the oh, look kid moment.
Where ever we go we see dogs.
Hello Puerto Rico It’s time to be practicing safe sex. You can’t pick up all these dogs. Where are you going to put them? A shelter for 200,000 please!
Anyone can read about the mass murder in Puerto Rico. Perhaps we could look at another island with a long history of tourism. In Athens the health inspected, vaccinated and collared street dogs are popular with tourists.
Wouldn’t that be fun to say in Puerto Rico? SPAY IS THE WAY.
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