Me Trip Day#3

​I was one of the first with my toes in the sand this morning. 

(That water! Love the blues!)

And gradually every college student on the island for spring break joined me. North Carolina. Clemson. UofMass. Just to name a few.

Just like any tourist area, the locals try to make a buck selling just about anything. I passed on the jewelry, the hamburger, the water, the beach massage, and the picture with the bird.

I passed on the opportunity to take a hit from the bong. But I didn’t pass on this! The college kids drinking boxed wine from red solo cups on the beach were jealous of my $20 splurge. 

They watched me eat it, and then bought their own. Whoever created this concoction is making a killing! 

I love Puerto Rico and I’m not sure I understand exactly why, but it might have something to do with pride. The flag is displayed everywhere, and it reminds me so much of Texans and the pride they have for their state. 

Or it’s the mojitos talking to me. I do love a strong mojito.

I tried to get a workout in this afternoon at an OTF two blocks down the road, but the front desk lady told me they are an “international studio” and don’t recognize US memberships. That killed me. She kindly offered me the drop in rate of $30. I kindly declined. I guess it’s up to the Puerto Ricans’ choosing when they want to be American. I respect that. But I’m not paying the $30 when I already pay a monthly membership fee. 

For dinner I went back to the hookah bar for fish tacos. I devoured them like I hadn’t eaten in days. I debated ordering two more and now at 2000 wishing I had. My two mojitos and tacos cost $7. I think the bartender was drunk. He offered a tequila shot, and I declined. That soured his mood, but he still gave me the discount on the discounted happy hour rate. So I won tonight. 

I’m still hoping for a sun kissed look before I head back home, so I guess I’ll have to go back to the beach tomorrow. It looks like another W for me.