Me Trip

​It’s spring break and I’m doing something I’ve never done before! I’m traveling solo. It’s a Me Trip. On a whim last week I booked a $12 flight using my credit card points. I lucked into finding a small Air B&B on the beach with a discounted last minute rate, and I decided it was meant to be. 

I have been giddy with the thought of this trip, even when everyone else found it odd. Keagan doubted my decision. What will you do for dinner? I’ll go to a restaurant and eat by myself. My co-workers thought it sounded lonely. What will you do all day? I’ll sit on the beach with a book. My gym partner thought it was unsafe. What will you do at night? I’ll be in bed asleep. 

And despite the nay-sayers, that’s how I find myself today in San Juan, Puerto Rico. 

I will miss tonight’s tornados and Tuesday’s dusting of snow in Tennessee. I’ll return home just as the weather returns to a perfect 70 degrees. Meanwhile, I will spend the next week in near perfect beach weather. Here’s the view from my balcony.

I got out of the taxi this afternoon and thought I was super lucky to be next door to a local bar. That’s until I realized it’s a gay bar. I skipped that and walked down the street until I found a restaurant with no “Americans.” Then I ordered a passion fruit mojito, churrosco with hot sauce, and sweet plantains. It was delish - after only eating a yogurt and protein bar in the airport I’d probably been just as happy eating a meal in the gay bar.

I’m listening to the waves crash, reading a book, and feeling so lucky. Tomorrow I’m headed to the rain forest.