During Middle School my Family and I used to vacation on Puerto Rico, now my older sister was eighteen and we desired one last summer of family fun before she started college. On a June Sunday morning we were on our way to Atlanta, where we would depart to arrive in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I had a whole three-week adventure planned out in my head. Once I entered the airplane I felt very exited because I knew my next land steps would be in Puerto Rican soil.
After arriving we headed to Camuy, the town were we would be staying at, where the first two days of the trip would consist of catching up with friends and family. On Wednesday, while at a friend’s house, my Dad calls telling me I need to come back as soon as possible. He wanted us to start backpacking for a road trip along Porta del Sol(Puerto Rico’s west coast) and it was likely that we would spend the night in another town. Knowing my Dad, that meant packing for at least four days, and so I did.
After minutes of driving we made our first stop: Quebradillas, a town in the northeastern coast of Puerto Rico. It was truly beautiful, we stopped at a small plain and took lots of pictures; the sky was clear and there were lots of flamboyant trees at the end of the terrain, and to the left you could see a tunnel just feet away from the beach. We went on and later stopped on the highway were there was a better view of the tunnel and the beach; there was also a little truck that read “Piraguas”, which are shaved ice with flavored syrup. While my Dad was taking pictures I had very much desired “Alcapurria”,it’s a local snack containing meat and potatoes; it was delicious! Just like that the day went by with endless beach stops and photographing. We stopped at Rincon, Mayaguez, Aguadillas and other towns to visit their beaches and watch the sunset from the Rincon lighthouse. We also visited the old home, now a museum, of a French Architect; by late night we were checking in at a Resort in La Parguera, Lajas; an ‘it’ location for tourists.
That next morning we went to Guilligan’s Island, off the southwestern end of the island. We had to take a small boat to get there because the island is actually a mangrove-covered cay with crystal clear water and marvelous views. At night we headed back to La Parguera, and took a ferry boat to the fluorescent bay, for which La Parguera is known most. I remember going there once when I was younger, but this time I actually understood everything that was going on which made the experience much more interesting. By Friday we decided to start heading back because we had a party to attend on Saturday; we ventured to Cabo Rojo, we visited it’s lighthouse and the locally famous Playa Sucia. I’d heard so much about it, but never actually been there. It was the most beautiful beach I’d ever been to; lots of social events take place there, now I know why. By noon we were reaching the Boqueron beach, we only stayed there for less than an hour because of the tremendous heat. From there on we made short stops at beaches and the Guanica Dry Forest to take pictures; by late afternoon we had returned to Camuy, anxious to tell everyone about the wonders we had seen. Those days were the perfect beginning for my summer adventure!
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