Every day I thought, "I need to blog." "This will be great to blog about." "I have got to write about this." And every night, I've been so tired or relaxed, and maybe even a little "tipsy" that I haven't blogged. EPIC FAIL!--as my students would say.
We've got two days to go on our Puerto Rican vacation, and I can't believe it's almost over. Friday and Saturday of this week we met with Sydney Grace's immersion teacher and her family, and we were treated to the real Puerto Rico--views of the Caribbean Sea from the mountain tops, and trek through the rainforest, and places we would not even be able or brave enough to find on our own. I've got to tell you about that later because I'm keeping this short. We have driven all over this island, several times. We've tasted authentic cuisine, and I even sampled blood sausage. (It really didn't taste that bad, until people kept saying "Blood sausage." It's a mind thing; even now, I'm getting a bit queasy thinking about it.) I've developed a taste for Medalla, beer brewed right here, and Gasolina--we'll just say adult Capri Suns found at supermarkets and convenience stores.
I knew our vacation would be great, but I didn't know I would fall in love with the island or the people. It makes me yearn to learn Spanish to help me on our next trip. And going on my dream board is a house in Puerto Rico with a banana and a mango tree in the yard. No lie!
I'll leave you tonight with several pictures and the promise to share more of our excursions later.
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