Dew still hangs in the air, while the morning sun brushes the tops of the trees, roosters crow and the doves coo. The smell of coffee brewing calls me gently awake, as the other birds begin to announce their intentions for the day. Puerto Rico is lovely in the morning.
My husband’s birthday is in a couple of weeks, usually we have friends over for a party, but this year we’re searching the island for an inexpensive little gem of a getaway place like the one we found in Patillas, which is also in the running for birthday spot.
It’s funny because when you first get to the island you realize how much you stand out with pudgy white legs and feel like the sore thumb; it weirds you out, which means I get shy and go into people watch mode. When I manage to get over myself, laughing and talking with people is just the best, you never know where people are really from, so you start talking, only to find out the people were really your neighbors from two towns over in Illinois and then the no shit effect takes over so you settle in comfortably.
Adventure hunting will have to wait; kirt needs to fix the handle on the screen door and alas, I need to mop the floor; perhaps this isn’t paradise. ;)
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