Saturday, March 18, 2017

Trip into the mountains for good hard wood

Waiting for tacos made by a lady from Tecate.
Flower that smells like lemon-lime soda, or maybe moisturizer with sugar.


Getting a mani-pedi from tiny fish that live in the Charco Azul--something she begged for every time we passed the place--not a "salon," per se in St. Thomas--oddly sparse, with just a bunch of tanks with little fish in them. I always said no. Thirty bucks! The whole thing seemed like a weird tourist trap. Now it turns out it's just as good as she thought it would be.
Adam found out about a place that sells sustainable local wood and so for the first time since August we actually explored Puerto Rico. It's cool up there in the mountains--roast pigs on spits at restaurants at a crossroads above Cayey, and then when you get even higher, thousands of acres of rainforest stretch out, silent. Hopeful, maybe. Or maybe it's just that our cellphones didn't work up there, so we left all the disasters behind.

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