Every year around the same time, right about now actually, I get the urge to get up and go. You see, even though we’ve dedicated this site to land we love in the Southeast, we actually live way up in Chicago, IL where current temperatures are sitting at 15°F. And according to the weather app on my phone, it feels like 4°F. It’s not fun.
So one could understand my feelings of wanting to leave this icy tundra, at least for a week or so. Thaw out a little. Warm my bones in the sun for a minute or two. I mean, I was born in Texas and grew up in Tennessee so I don’t think I’m genetically equipped to handle winters like the ones we experience in Chicago. So that brings me to San Juan, Puerto Rico (only mentally, unfortunately).
San Juan is old, and you can feel it. The centuries can be seen in the buildings and streets of Viejo San Juan. It’s one of the coolest feelings to walk around the cobblestone streets and really feel like you’re in a different time. Taking some time to see the old forts and brightly colored apartment buildings is a must.
My wife and I love the place. It was tough to see what the people went through with Hurricane Maria and the struggles with recovery. There is still a lot of damage in need of repair, and it’s been about a year and four months since the storm. Hopefully things come together for them sooner than later. We can’t do much from our end, other than continued donations to the right organizations. But maybe a trip down there is in the cards for us this spring. Either way, I’d love to get back soon.