Archive for October, 2010

Chk itout, chk itout, chk itout…. (read at 10x speed)

Posted in R&R in PR on October 30, 2010 by robdc

Last night ended like any vacation night should end, I promised everyone I would put a dent in every bottle of alcohol in the house and then fulfilled my promise. I”m not sure who was around when I finished this quest but I know for all my bitching about getting first dibs on beds I slept on the couch for lack of want to walk the extra 15 feet to the bed I had won.

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I awake to bright lights and loud drunks. Megan is an angel from heaven who happily made fried ham and cheese sandwiches for the entire house. Fed and happy we moved on to the real point, we’ve been told the beach here on the south side of the island is pretty nice so we’re all pretty excited about that. We have no idea what we’re in store for and cameras don’t exist that can capture what this place looks like.

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Somehow we have a mile of beach to ourselves, what in the name of holy hell is going on. I almost wish I was kidding but there was not a single soul other then us on this pristine piece of land. Needless to say we went completely overboard on the liquor/beer and probably drank too much last night so it didn’t take us too long to get back to a solid pace with the medallas flowing like water. The volcanic sand made for some pretty damn epic views also.

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Inevitably after many hours of drinking in the sun and the particular humor of these very specifically humored people we deteriorated into silly pictures, here’ s a sample.

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I don’t even know what to say right now, this is much more then an enjoyable experience. I love Puerto Rico and I love my family for making this trip a possibility, also I love all these maniacs for coming along and cracking jokes the whole god damned time.


2 Chickens do not a farm make

Posted in R&R in PR on October 30, 2010 by robdc

What to say, what did I expect? Tornadoes had most of the mid-east locked down so flights got canceled and delayed. Brandon and Natalia got pushed back a day and I had to sit in an airport bar for a few hours with only a glass of McAllen and this laptop. In the end I got in and my Aunt Mari picked me up from the airport at 2am, I got a couple of hours of sleep and got up to some coffee and pastries. Picked up Brando and Natalia at 10am and headed to old San Juan to kill time. We had some Medallas (the local beer of choice) and walked around Castillo San Cristobal for a while, it was mad hot.

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Normal tourist shit, look at the fort, feel the heat and keep walking. Then the phone rings, Michelle and Megan are here, time to head back to the airport. Figure out the mess with the car rentals and then Keara’s here. I’d like to throw a serious big up to my Aunt for lending me her car to handle all this nonsense. Now everyone is here, phone gets turned off and the true brainless fun starts. We finally start the trek to the mysterious beach house, what should be a 45 minute drive.

Yea, that didn’t happen. Of course the drive was fun, we talked mad shit and had a phenomenal time the whole way out but somehow found ourselves on some scary ass roads, if you could call them that. Since I had been preparing myself for a wide variety of situations I was not first to raise a red flag about the road conditions or these mountain inclines, but some of the girls were audibly disturbed by the situation. We were clearly lost as hell. Some recalibration of our technology and we found ourselves at the elusive house. I don’t know how else to put this, I love this place. Here’s our view from the door:

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I might move here.

En el campo vivo bien

Posted in R&R in PR on October 30, 2010 by robdc

I had such a good time the first time around that I thought it would be selfish to not share this beautiful place with some friends. This time around the trip is slightly different, no fishing trip, no lounging around San Juan. This time my aunt has given us the distinct pleasure of a relaxing few days at their beach house in Yabucoa. If I were a better son I’d know what the beach house looked like as my mother visited it last time we came but I was on the fishing trip mentioned just a few words ago, so I had no idea what to expect, and the versions I got from my mom and my cousin were so varying that the place had built itself up as a bit of a mystery. I tried to present everything as plainly as possible “we’re not doing anything, I want to go down there and sit in the sand, drink and read.” I thought that would be a very un-enticing invitation but it was honest, that’s really all I want to do. Somehow 5 other people thought that sounded like a good way to pass time so here we are… we’ll see how the trip actually turns out but with this group all I do know is that there will be a great deal of laughing. 


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