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Kat's avatar

Puerto Rico is a place that holds some very special memories for me. It was a honeymoon destination, which is whatever, but we were 26 and broke and just wanted an adventure. The first afternoon, I got cracked on the head by an almond, sitting under a tree on a beach in Isla Verde. We were dangerously under-hydrated, puffy and damp. We brewed coffee in a little percolator in our $28/night guest room, ate fruit from the stands on the corners, and splurged on one "Indo-Rican fusion" meal in Old San Juan with a cardamom martini that changed my life. I chatted with grandmas selling sandwiches on the beach, and one even got her adult son to give me some "pasto" as a "wedding gift." (!!!) I bought a sandwich from her every day for a week. We watched a hurricane sweep in from the beach, and brought two stray puppies into the room secretly, to keep them from the storm. Magic everywhere, when you're open to receiving it.

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Natalie's avatar

Thank you for brief exodus outside of my own small space. Your words made me forget where I was for a moment.

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