I Heart Puerto Rico
John planned the best vacation for us at the island he’s been calling home every five weeks over the last year for work. Aside from our honeymoon in Branson (no lie) it was the first real vacation we’ve taken by ourselves in the eight years we’ve been together.
I was completely spoiled. He made all of our hotel arrangements at the Intercontinental-San Juan and got us an 11-story view of the ocean.
and let hotel staff bring us snacks, mojitos and gin and tonics for three days straight.
where hutty-like pubs served crushed fried plantain mixed with shrimp and crab and coconut milk right out of freshly hacked shells.
We sea kayaked at night through an ocean bay, a canal and then into a lagoon (those hundreds of canoe trips on the Spring River paid off) to see Bio-bay, one of the few places on earth where bioluminescent creatures light up the water. When we ran our hands and paddles through the water it sparkled, and you know how I love sparkly things. Sitting in the middle of the lagoon at night watching fish streak through the water like lightening flashes was freaky cool. I was a little nervous about kayaking into a lagoon at night (Do snakes hang from Mangrove trees? Is there a Dengue-fever-toting-mosquito with my name on it?), but we made it home without any natural traumas.
And the casino in our hotel sparkled, too! John doesn’t gamble and I don’t much either, but when I walked passed a little slot machine called “Fairy’s Fortune,” did I really have a choice? I set a limit of 10.00 per night to spend on slots (I never spent that much. Still came home down a dollar, which is why John doesn’t gamble), and after three nights in a row I got a blister on my thumb (the slot machine was a touch screen). I refer to my newly discovered syndrome as “Fairy Finger.”
(In my best Britney voice) Old San Juan is really old y’all! El Morro, the fort that has guarded San Juan Bay since 1539 was incredible.
All that sun, the water, the incredibly friendly people, and the best sweetie to see it all with–Puerto Rico totally gets a Fairy Finger Thumbs Up! I would have dreaded coming home except John used his frequent flier miles to book first class seats for us!
More pics here.