Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Everyone There Will Have Moved Here

Despite frequent application of 70 SPF sunblock, I have returned home light beige, and in possession of a copy of Puerto Rican Dishes, the island's 1955 version of Fannie Farmer, and a tiny ceramic coquì, the tree frog that sings all night.

The weekend was lovely and relaxing. The six-bedroom villa had incredible ocean views, and despite (or perhaps because of) its role as the getaway for executives of a famous fashion house, was simply decorated.

This is a wild stretch of beach discovered on an early morning run:

Here's the plaque outside my room (no, it wasn't appropriately scented):

You may have already figured out that the titles from these posts are taken from "America," from my favorite musical ever, West Side Story.

1 comment:

  1. Eso me recuerda, no no hay la ciudad más romántica en la tierra que Viejo San Juan y mejor oleaje que en Rincon.