I’m not sure that’s right. Is that right? Although I consistently maintain that Spanish is a simpler language to learn than, say, French or Italian, I do concede that I do not have it quite mastereed. Nevertheless, I do write this post with waves crashing in my ears and the sounds of Spanish lingering around me. I’m in Puerto Rico! Our adventure started early — and I mean early — when my aunt Terry picked me up from my warm and cozy slumber at 3:40 am. Puppy was not happy with the hour. We got to Chicago by some crazy hour and spent lots of time in this so-called “Red Carpet Club!” How the other half live — comfortable chairs, real CNN and bananas! It was amazing. From there, we boarded a flight to San Juan, via St. Thomas. Who knew? Again, God (in the body of my aunt) was smiling on me because I sat in first class. A veritable dream come true. I had a cheese omelet for breakfast and tons and tons of water! It was divine. I was slightly intimidated by the Chicago mobster seated next to me, but he really just snored so there wasn’t much to worry about.
I thought the thing I would be most excited about here is the greenery and the warmth and the blue of the ocean, but I think it’s really the humidity. It’s so humid! My fingernails may actually grow and I might save a couple of bucks not having to don a quart of lotion a day. It’s really amazing what a couple of miles can do.
Also, I had a way delicious mai tai and some scrumptious brie. I know that most of us think brie when we think Puerto Rico, but I admit this had not occurred to me. Yum!
UPDATE: Cuidado al sol, indeed. Or whatever Kristin said. I should have read her advice before hitting the beach today as I am sunburned. And when I say sunburned I mean, well, sunburned. Oops.