I mean to boast only about the amazing innovation of modern air travel.
My husband’s family has been traveling to the sleepy resort community of Palmas del Mar for over 30 years. I made my first pilgrimage with them when I was 19 or 20. Then, on college break with my boyfriend’s family, I can’t imagine it ever crossed my mind that I’d return someday with a duffel bag stuffed with sunscreen, children’s Motrin, swim vests, jigsaw puzzles and Go Fish!
The main hotel has changed names and ownership a dozen times and so have the local restaurants. There’s still a lot of rice and beans, tostones and mofongo (fried plantains, two ways) and a decadently nostalgic David’s Cookies bakery. The beach has eroded a bit, but the tree frogs still sound their coquí, coquí all night long. Listen here, if you like – the first night, you think you might never sleep amid the echo of the male frogs marking their territory with their shrill song (it could be worse) but after a week, you’d bring the sound home on a white noise machine if you could.
With four kids under six between my boys and my nephews, there’s a lot less time for endless sunbathing with a good book in hand (though both Baseball Mysteries #3: The L.A. Dodger and Orangey the Goldfish proved excellent beach reads).
These days we spend much more time spent covered in sand.
Lots of awesome discoveries, especially this sandcastle city. Thank you to whoever left it for us to find.
Now I feel a bit dopey about this, but truly, I didn’t know this is how coconut trees grow.
And grow and grow until you have this.
These guys are far more fascinating and far less scary when you have little guys who want to check them out with you.
To think our boys might return with college girlfriends someday.
I’m still on Puerto Rico time, which means everything is happening very slowly, but tomorrow, I’m hoping to share some of our best beach activities (besides coating ourselves with a thick layer of sunscreen, then rolling in the sand and then crying about the sand in our eyes).