Toto . . . this sure as heck isn’t New HampshireI begin the first of a baker’s dozen Puerto Rico-based posts. I call these Puerto Rico Blog II. Many of you will, no doubt, refer to them otherwise.
We arrived on the Aguadilla red eye (4:20 AM), two days ago. As soon as daylight made its appearance, we began to see familiar people and sites that make this corner of the world so enticing. Marla and I consider ourselves extremely fortunate to live in two fabulous places, the Granite State and the Enchanted Isle. I’ve spent the past nine months talking about the former at this location; so it’s time to redirect my focus. We arrived at the condo where we’ll be staying and immediately smelled, then visualized a small sample of the amazing flowers that adorn the property. I’m no ornamental horticulturalist, but there is something about the sight of pink orchids (pic) that relieves stress like a visual shoulder massage. During our first drive–to obtain food and other essentials–we realized we had company on the road. First, it was a long, bright green, prehistoric appearing iguana. Soon, we saw the first, second , third . . . of many horses that roam the sides of route 115. We smiled knowingly . . . full realization was dawning that we’ve returned to our second home, the one that replaces cold and snow (I used to love that stuff) with warmth and sand. Driving along, I was just telling myself that only one thing was missing . . . a sure indicator that this is Rincon, not Rumney. I heard an otherworldly voice, just moments before seeing one of the massive traveling boom boxes that wend along the roads of western Puerto Rico (see pic). This one wasn’t blurting some campaign spiel, nor was it filling the air with a local radio station’s wonderful Latin beat. As we drew closer, Marla translated, her relaxed laughter barely audible above the sound from the huge speakers. It was an advertisement to rent time on the speaker truck. We smiled at one another . . . we’re back!