You may have noticed I’ve been MIA for a bit. In a bout of serious spontaneity, I booked a trip to Puerto Rico with a best friend less than two weeks ago. We booked on a Monday and left Thursday. I’ve always loved living in the moment – makes me feel incredibly alive.
Puerto Rico? Well, it’s insanely beautiful. I needed to get away to recharge. Recalibrate. I’ve always been a traveler and can appreciate a foreign setting to help shift my world into perspective. No better way to cleanse the lense through which you view your life than to see new places and experience new things.
There are more photos and stories about Puerto Rico to come. In the mean time, a thought:
In going to Puerto Rico and seeing photos of this heavenly getaway while researching beforehand, I had these expectations of what it would look like when I got off the plane and the truth is, Puerto Rico didn’t resemble those images. At least not from the get go. There was a blend of busyness and commercialism sprinkled with a dash of rush hour in our first 2 hours on the island. You know those serene images where beaches sparkle with crystal blue water? “Where the crap are those!?” I thought to myself that first day. “Shouldn’t they be, well…EVERYWHERE?!”
In short, and this is totally a metaphor of life I’m pulling from this experience, we always had to WORK to get to those beaches. Really, truly work. They were very rarely “just off the ferry” or “just off the plane” or “just down the street”. In visiting Vieques island, my favorite spot we visited while in Puerto Rico, the most breathtaking beach I’ve ever seen came only after jumping through a series of hoops that left us feeling discouraged and frustrated. After an unsuccessful run in with a jeep rental company wherein a not so friendly woman rented us a jeep with no gas (FAIL), we had to buck up and find another company and fast and make the best of the few hours we had left on the island. Fortunately, we found another company and flew to the southwestern tip of the island in our red jeep. We eventually came to Green Beach, the most beautiful beach I’ve ever seen in my life. Just us and two kiddos who were waiting for some hero to come rescue their parents’ jeep from the sand. Getting to Green Beach was incredibly frustrating at times, but it was so worth it when we finally made it. Hearing Bittersweet Symphony come on the radio on our drive back to the ferry gave me chills. “THIS is living,” Megan said.
Of course, you are not dumb and know that not every day is a cake walk. But I just wanted to remind you joy costs pain. As my friend Molly once said to me, “There are crappy seasons in life so you can really appreciate the sweet ones.”
If you are feeling stuck, keep goin’ in that jeep. You’ll find your beach soon enough.