There are 2 types of people in this world: those who insist they can’t have the same type of food 2 meals in a row, 2 days in a row, or even twice a week; and those who can eat the same thing over and over, day after day. If you’re in one camp, it’s hard to relate to the other. I am someone who can eat the same thing over and over– as long as it’s good. I eat the exact same breakfast 6 days a week; I am happy eating the same salad most days for lunch; and...
I’m stuck. Day after day I find myself struggling to get this silly post onto my computer screen. I can’t get past it, so I have 2 choices: bag it or keep pushing through it. Right now I am blank. I’m not really a writer, a photographer, or a storyteller. Nope, I’m just someone who blogs occasionally. So maybe I should call it blogger’s block? I could practice silence, something I think we could all use at some point. I mean… silence right after I say a few things. (more…)
When I was a kid my sister and I loved building forts. We’d gather as many pillows and blankets as we could find and stack them up against the furniture to make the ultimate hideout. We would enter the fort and create a different world, spending hours on end entertaining ourselves. So when I actually got to wander around a real fort in San Juan, Puerto Rico when I was 10, it stuck with me forever. I don’t remember much about it now, but I do know that to this day I still recall the fascination and excitement it sparked in...
A day in Old San Juan is best described as colorful. The streets glow with the blue cobblestone. Even the city wildlife fits the bill.
