This past weekend, my husband and I went up to the mountains of the town of Aguas Buenas (loosely, Good Waters), where we once considered buying a house that would've had a similar view to this. The house is now abandoned and has become a platform for a cell phone tower, and while our favorite native restaurant has changed administration and become fancier than it used to be, we were still able to sit and enjoy the view and the food, despite the tropical storm winds that buffeted us and everything around us. March is decidedly a very windy month here, too!
True to his country-boy roots, my husband loves the mountains in Puerto Rico, with their lush greenery and their very windy roads (reminiscent of his beloved West Virginia). But I'm more of a coastal area girl and I love the sea, and this is part of my very favorite view in the world, as you come up into the Old City, with the Atlantic on your right. This was a picture taken from the moving car, so it doesn't do justice to the view, but you at least get a taste of the bluest of skies mirrored by the bluest of oceans.
The
tapón, or traffic jam, was so monumental yesterday that we didn't get to go up into the Old City, as we planned, and instead had to return to my parents' home. But at least I got this shot of a part of the ancient San Cristóbal fort, one of the oldest in the Caribbean. If you look carefully enough, you can see the little round top of the head of a tourist on the left hand side of the fort.
This would've been the way we would've entered Old San Juan, but if the traffic was slow getting to this point, it was almost at a standstill when trying to get up the hill. Maybe we'll get one last chance tomorrow. On Wednesday, we head back home to 40 degrees less of temperature. I'm not looking forward to that.
This past weekend, my husband and I went up to the mountains of the town of Aguas Buenas (loosely, Good Waters), where we once considered buying a house that would've had a similar view to this. The house is now abandoned and has become a platform for a cell phone tower, and while our favorite native restaurant has changed administration and become fancier than it used to be, we were still able to sit and enjoy the view and the food, despite the tropical storm winds that buffeted us and everything around us. March is decidedly a very windy month here, too!
True to his country-boy roots, my husband loves the mountains in Puerto Rico, with their lush greenery and their very windy roads (reminiscent of his beloved West Virginia). But I'm more of a coastal area girl and I love the sea, and this is part of my very favorite view in the world, as you come up into the Old City, with the Atlantic on your right. This was a picture taken from the moving car, so it doesn't do justice to the view, but you at least get a taste of the bluest of skies mirrored by the bluest of oceans.
The tapón, or traffic jam, was so monumental yesterday that we didn't get to go up into the Old City, as we planned, and instead had to return to my parents' home. But at least I got this shot of a part of the ancient San Cristóbal fort, one of the oldest in the Caribbean. If you look carefully enough, you can see the little round top of the head of a tourist on the left hand side of the fort.
This would've been the way we would've entered Old San Juan, but if the traffic was slow getting to this point, it was almost at a standstill when trying to get up the hill. Maybe we'll get one last chance tomorrow. On Wednesday, we head back home to 40 degrees less of temperature. I'm not looking forward to that.
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