Robbie texted me last July from the boiling black tarmac in Winnemucca, Nevada while he was waiting for a fire call and simply asked, “Would you like to snorkel in bioluminescent waters in Puerto Rico?”  I told him I was born to do that very thing so he immediately purchased two round-trip tickets for $250 each and in early February we landed in San Juan and immediately began sweating.

We took a small plane out to Vieques Island where we spent a little more than a week exploring, snorkling, fishing, overdosing on Vitamin D, exclaiming about all the free range Paso Fino horses and shrieking at sudden iguanas (they seem to come out of nowhere and are enormous by my standards).  It was a great trip and I did a terrible job of using my camera.  There was so much to document and so many visual details to collect…and I did such a great job of being in the moment.  Puerto Rican culture is loud, colorful and flavorful (just like me).  On our last day on the island, before we flew back to San Juan, I discovered the cemetery in Isabelle II and wandered through with my camera.  What beauty…those stark white, hurricane whipped crosses against an incredible caribbean sky…

Before we even left, I was talking about our next visit.  But in the meanwhile, I have all the colors and textures to recall with such fondness.  Thanks for flooding my senses, PR.  I’ll miss you until I see you again.