I had reached my destination a bit early so I planned on just relaxing on the beach for 2 days. Normally I need a vacation from my vacation, so I figured I could do a little recovery while still traveling. Per usual I woke in my car around 7am and headed down to the beach.
I did some body surfing and got a workout, getting pounded by waves for 2 hours before it started getting crowded. I was starting to feel a little sick (cold sweats) and figured either the fish sandwich from yesterday or the tap water did me in. I was also taking steroids for a ruptured disc, and those were starting to wear off. Basically I was hurting.
My new friends from Atlanta came down and wanted to do some exploring. I tried to climb some rocks near “our” hotel but was in too much pain and retreated to my spot on the sand. I had no towel so I just passed out every few hours covered in sand. I felt bad about being such a buzzkill but was in a death spiral which had just started its first rotation.
Some shots of me and friends on beach
Another shot of the bathroom they let me destroy and their killer patio
I spent the day watching California surfers and the women that came to drool over them. It is nice to be able to relax around hot women knowing that there is no chance in hell they will talk to you as your talents in the water include getting bashed by waves and losing your shorts. I should mention that with the recent weight loss my favorite flower print shorts don’t fit to well. These shorts have been with me on every trip since I started my company as there really is no alternative to fixing. I am prepared to gain 20lbs if necessary to fit into them.
After my friends went to dinner and took a walk to a lighthouse they came back and woke me up in my car. We enjoyed a few drinks but then I had to load up on pain killers and go back to sleep as I was sweating and shivering like crazy.
The following day I was due to hang out on beach and fly out that night at 3am. I decided to head to airport and try and catch an earlier flight. After heading into Rincon with Mike and Lori for lunch I made my way to the airport.
At the airport I regrettably found that the 3am flight was the first out. Who has one flight each day and it happens to be at 3am? Anyway I did not want to turn my traveling bed in so I slept in the car rental lot for like 20 hours. Since I was sleeping in shotgun, people kept climbing into the driver seat to take the car and get it cleaned (it looked and smelled a little rough). I would wake up and startle them and yell, “I am still renting? Kinda like a maid service you keep sending away.
11pm came and I was scared I would sleep through the flight so moved to the 3 gate terminal. In the middle of all these Ricans, I unrolled my sleeping pad, donned my neck pillow and passed out again interrupted by frequent trips to the bathroom to empty everything out of me that was not a vital organ attached to the chest wall.
My flight finally arrived and spent the next 10 hours making my way to Detroit. As I write this one week later, I am still on heavy antibiotics trying to kill the monster living inside of me.
All in all the trip was a success, with a sour taste at the end. I am glad I went but I don’t think I would recommend PR to people. It was a very poor and depressing country with no culture of its own, borrowing many of the unfortunate trends of the US that I despise.
Until Next Time
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