Puerto Rico Day Eight: Reefs, Beaches, Cemeteries and Reflection On My Last Day In Puerto Rico
It was my last day in Puerto Rico. As usual, I was again up before the sun. I wanted to watch the sunrise and searched Google maps for a good place to do that. I decided to drive to what looked like a reef about three miles from my hotel. Traffic was light and I was soon at a small commercial area near the ocean.
It was still early, my flight was a 4 p.m. , so I decided to return my car to the airport and spend some time relaxing on the beach. I had no problem getting to the airport, returning my car, and taking a taxi back to the hotel. Here is a link to some more photographs from sunrise walk. Puerto Rico Day Eight: Sunrise walk San Juan
I walked among the departed reflecting on their lives and how different and similar they were from my own. I also thought about the recent tragic loss of my sister and brother-in-law. So quickly and way too soon they left us. I so much enjoy exploring new countries, as did my sister. I loved sharing my experiences with her, and my dad, who we lost 4 years ago. Travel still is my passion but it will never be the same. I reflected how Valentine’s Day, the holiday of love, and Ash Wednesday, the reminder of our mortality, occurred on the same day this year. A lot to think about, and I did.
I also reflected on this beautiful island. Many places I visited were completely recovered from the devastation brought by Hurricane Maria. However, others were not. Water lines, , roads and the electric grid are still in ruins. I saw a small part of it. These folks need help and our Nation must do more to help them. Well, enough reflection.
I walked back to my hotel and still had an hour until I had to leave for the airport. I finally relaxed and caught some sun on the beach. I checked out at 1 p.m and took the five minute taxi ride to the airport. Here is a link to some more photographs from my walk. Puerto Rico Day Eight: San Juan morning walk
At the airport I had a new experience at check in. Puerto Rico and Hawaii require an agricultural inspection before a United States citizen can return from a visit to these places. It only took five minutes and I was soon wandering the modern airport. My flight took off on schedule and I had a quiet uneventful flight to Philadelphia, another short flight to Avoca and a 45 minute drive home. Like always I loved my travels, but there is still no place like home. Sadly two of the reasons I wanted to return no longer are here with us. But none of us live forever. I can only live on as best I can, knowing my sister would want me to continue to share the beauty of this world that our dad taught us to love. So the question is The Balkans or New Zealand?