The past few months have been a surreal whirl-wind.
I finally moved out of Oxford (about time...) which should be a blog post all of its own. Moving is a long, hard process... especially when you just have too much stuff. After a few weeks of unpacking and making very thing "Nathalie approved" I was settled in to my condo in Memphis. The fun didn't stop there, Jeremy and I were Puerto Rico bound.
The trip so fun and memorable.
A little rocky start at the Memphis airport with a strange individual, but that didn't bother us too much, he wasn't on our flight any ways. After a two hour wait at 6:25 a.m. we were Orlando bound.
Bi-passing Orlando, once we arrived in San Juan it just utterly amazing. It wasn't my first time, but for Jeremy it was. He was cultured shocked, to say the least. Everything is in Spanish. Everything. Luckily for him, he had his own personal translator. The hotel was beautiful, El San Juan... my jaw just dropped when we walked in. Huge chandeliers, columns, stages for bands, beautifully decorated all wood. The word Plush just doesn't do it justice. I felt as if I was stepping back into may the 50's with everything being dark mahogany and just rich.
We didn't have a beach view, but the city view we had with the mountains, might have been as, or even more breath taking than the beach. Jeremy's best friend, Jake and his wife came with us on the trip, and we all knew the first thing that we were going to do was go to the beach.
The first and second day went by slow, I think we were all shocked that an idea of going to Puerto Rico in December, became reality in June... or maybe it was just me that was shocked. I never traveled with a boyfriend before, of course we've been to Gatlinburg, Knoxville, Nashville and Huntsville, but to me, I was still flabbergasted that I was at a beach, that wasn't Destin with my boyfriend.
Our first day was of course spent by the pool and beach.
On our second day, Jeremy and I went to get breakfast at the Cafecito bar in the main lobby, we looked at each other and looked outside. We both knew what we wanted and that was to explore the Island.
He headed back to the room and called our friends that we were taking the day to explore. That what you do when you're in a new place, you explore. We quickly got dressed, packed an extra set of clothes since we knew we would end up at another beach and we made it to Hertz. After 20 minutes we were off in our little blue Mitsubishi!
Our first stop, El Yunque! I told Jeremy that the two things I wanted from Puerto Rico was a lot of Mofungo (smashes plantains with any kind of meat) and to drink out of a real coconut. When We say the first little hut driving up the mountain of El Yunque, I told Jeremy we had to stop, that I NEEDED the coconut. Of course, at that moment it sounded a little more dramatic that how it was just read. We travel the forest until we could no longer travel it, stopping at every waterfall and at the tower. It was utterly beautiful. It was a cloudy say with a lot of overcast, but it was still beautiful and magical.
Our next stop, eat real, authentic Puerto Rican food, from a little small town in Cayey. It was the authenticity my mouth had been watering for since we landed. You know the place is legit when you see a whole pig roasting in the front window. Needless to say it was delicious. I had lechon, with yucca and Jeremy had lechon with Spanish rice.
After lunch we were headed to Gilligan's Island. We passed the mountains, what seems to be a desert, Ponce and several other cities on our way to Guanica.
Guanica is on the Caribbean side of the island so the color of the water is as breathtaking as Destin, or even more so. One thing that was different, the sand was made of little small rocks, not actual grains of sand and the water was extremely choppy with a lit of shore rocks. We didn't care that the water had been dirty from the after math of tropical storm Cindy, we were just happy to have made it our final destination of the day.
We rushed for parking and rushed to get in the water, precious daylight was being wasted by perusing. We weren't even in the water for 10 minutes when a massive way came and took me under... then another one... needless to say, I was done at that point because when I finally came to, I had blood gushing down my leg and foot, the rocks and smalls pebbles of the sand scrapped my knee and ankle in three different places.
Thank to my sweet Jeremy, he took care of me and held my hand while I whaled in pain. It wasn't even a slight cry it was a full little girl getting hurt for the first time cry. Not pretty.. at all... after that we left, went to the store to get first aid things and head back to the hotel.
In Puerto Rico, it's a legit thing to see wild horses in the middle of the street. By a gas station where we pumped gas, there was a family of three. Three beautiful wild horses just chilling on the road reading grass. It was both beautiful but disturbing. They horses, do they not have a home? Do they not have shelter? Do they not have owners?
Day three and four were spent at the beach and at Old San Juan reminiscing on Monday's tour of the island and day five we were traveling back home. I was ready to leave, but not ready to get home.
I'm very blessed to have gone on this amazing trip with Jeremy and friends. I'm back home and it's still surreal that we waited so long for that trip, and it came and went in a flash.
If you're planning on going to San Juan soon, I highly recommend that you say at El San Juan, it is their Hilton Resort and our stay was just fabulous.