I went to Puerto Rico for four days last weekend with two of my girlfriends- Randee and Margot. It was the best and worst time for me to take a vacation. I had been working on a story at work that was pretty intense and required a lot of extra hours. Being absent for two days put me a little behind and required two of my colleagues to pick up some of my slack (which I doubt they were thrilled about). However, with all the stress and lack of sleep, I felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind, and so mentally, this getaway couldn't have been more perfectly timed.
We drove to the airport at 4am Thursday morning to catch a 5:45 flight. When we arrived in Aguadilla, Randee's friend, Doug, picked us up. It took a few minutes to shake off the sleepiness, the New York rainy chill, the work stress, the blackberry emails, the climate change, and the culture shock. But then we settled in to the beach with a cold beer and some sunscreen. And it was about then when the laughter kicked in (and no it wasn't lack of sleep mixed with alcohol!). It was just pure happy girly laughter. And it didn't stop for four straight days.
Time away from the office mixed with some sunshine and the sound of crashing waves is soothing to just about anyone. But I don't think this trip would have been nearly as therapeutic (and obviously not as fun) if I didn't have two great friends to spend it with and laugh the whole way through.
So what was my favorite part of Puerto Rico? The beautiful beach at the bottom of a cliff? The delicious Arepas in Jobos? The amazing outdoor massage under the gazebo? Those were all great, but it was the moments we laughed so hard that tears ran down my cheeks that I'll remember and cherish the most. So, would I go back to Puerto Rico again? Sure.... But only if I can take Randee and Margot with me...
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