Puerto Rican Gold

At the end of a tropical rainbow

the good life
Mom caught her gold
What might you say to a sunny day in December? A sunny day you spend relaxing on a beautiful beach? A beach, warm, sunny, tropical, which is also still America? You might say “Florida” or “Hawaii” but would you say “Puerto Rico”?

I know I am saying “Puerto Rico” right about now. It’s the start of my Christmas vacation and I’m on Puerta de Tierra, a beautiful beach in Old San Juan the same afternoon I left cold, wet Washington DC.

Better yet, Mom is headed this way too. She’s joining me for two weeks of fun, sand, and sun on this interesting “Free Associated State”. Yes, Puerto Rico is part of the United Sates, everyone is a citizen and you do not need a passport. But like Washington DC, they do not have voting representation in Congress.

They cannot vote for Presidents either, but at least they do not have to pay US income taxes. Mom and I are voting with our feet and our wallets. Out go the crisp greenbacks, in come rum, wine and a good time.

Now there is still work involved. I’m concentrating on regaining my deep summer tan, a quest that requires much beach lounging and body-trimming morning runs. Mom is focused on learning her history, seeing the sights, and catching up on her chick-lit.

Together, it’s going to be two weeks of Puerto Rican gold. May your vacations be as rich too.