It was a crazy summer that I won’t forget. That’s also the biggest reason you haven’t heard from me much.
Cleveland, Georgia, Montreal, Mexico, and Puerto Rico, followed by a hosting a guest meant that I was away or busy for all but one weekend from mid-July until mid-September. If your body is gone, your mind will leave, too.
Then there’s other distractions. The awful noise of this Presidential election. Colin Kaepernick. The burgeoning social justice movement. Monday classes in New York. Warm weather.
I’m looking forward to settling back in for the cooler months, but not before telling the last of the summer stories.
Georgia will be a very special post, rooted in both American and family history. I’m saving that one for later. But I figured I’d share with you my trip to Puerto Rico, where in late August I celebrated my thirtieth birthday with a friend, Hannibal, who I’ve known for all but seven of those years.
We landed in Puerto Rico at 2am on Friday, August 26, with only 48 hours to spend on the island. Our plane touched down on the “boring” western side – in Aguadilla. Luckily for us, it takes under two hours to get across the island to the east coast, so after a night in Aguadilla, we were off in our rental car.
That night we went kayaking through mangrove swamps and into bioluminescent bay in Fajrado. It was one of the best, and most beautiful, experiences I’ve had. But because it was so dark and wet, I have no pictures of the starlit sky or glowing water. Here’s a video though.
We slept in San Juan and headed to old San Juan on Saturday morning to wander around and see what it was all about.
Oh, the staycation. I hosted a friend, from France, in early September – a few days after returning from Puerto Rico. We did what felt like every sort of thing you could do in NY/NJ. Being close to home, I didn’t take many pictures, but I wanted to share this shot of the Statue of Liberty from the Circle Line Cruise.
My next trip will be to the Black Panther Party’s 50th Anniversary Commemoration in Oakland later this month, likely followed by Sao Paulo in the spring. You’ll learn why tomorrow, in a post about Plainfield.