I lost track of what day it was. I lost track of what time it was. I lost track of all the food I enjoyed. I could breathe, my skin was soft, my hair was full and my heart even more. I was always sweaty and their was always music around; from their big speakers, ocean, birds and the coquis. I laid on the sand, almost cried. I gazed in aw at the jungle, almost cried. The first time seeing the jungle was like seeing something new for the first time in your life. You see it in movies, but now it’s real life, your life. It’s breath taking, it makes you forget everything around you, overwhelming feeling of aw and gratitude. Your body feels still, your breathing controlled, your soul healed, you want to cherish this moment and feel this way forever, but you know it’ll pass. Your body is now overwhelmed, you tear up, you are in love.
Food musts: Crab Salad and assorted empanadas from Fajardo, piña coladas and empanadas from Jibarito. Once again I felt a sense of home, the language perhaps? The genuine love for human beings and not material things? A sense of belonging? The feeling you’ve been seeking is here, again.
