Fresh air…Cool breeze…Clear water…
That’s the only way I can express the beauty of this Island.
I had less than twenty hours to see the world around me, and San Juan was where my travels brought me. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew there would be plenty of water, and even more sun.
My first time in Puerto Rico was sure to be fun, and when we landed and I walked into my hotel room for the evening I couldn’t wait until morning to go on my own little adventure.
But first, I had to make it through the night. The air felt like silk running across my skin. It was humid, but it was like the perfect amount of humidity. I turned off the air in the room and opened my balcony door to bring in the fresh air. Everyone talked about how they slept with their doors open, but I wasn’t on that level, because I had already seen the lizards San Juan had to offer, and I didn’t want them thinking they were welcomed inside my room. Needless to say, right before I went to sleep the balcony door was closed, and I slept peacefully.
The sun wasted no time in rising and shinning bright. I was up at six looking around my room for understanding. Especially since I had just went to bed at two a.m. I looked out on my balcony and people had already started their days. I felt like I was late to the party. It was truly beautiful outside.
How safe is Old San Juan?
I was asked this question a lot once I got back home. I took my time roaming the city around me. I tried to be as careful as possible because I knew I looked liked either a tourist, or extreme photographer holding my cameras, lenses and such.
I went out around ten that morning, and the city seemed so peaceful. Many people were heading to the beach, children played at the local playground, and I saw young men practicing their sports. It was like a normal day in the neighborhood, and it was nice to people watch.
What to wear?
I wouldn’t pack any jeans. Only shorts, breathable shirts, skirts, and maxi dresses. Also be sure to pack plenty of sunscreen. The sun here will burn you and have no regrets about it.
Shoes! Every girl loves sandals, but if you plan to do some walking pack a good shoe with arch support. Leave the sandals for the beach. I walked around in my cute sandals, and the bottom of my feet felt raw after about a half hour of walking. Learn from my mistakes, wear your good shoe around the city and your sandals for the beach. Trust me, you won’t regret it.
Lastly, San Juan is a part of America, so their currency is American. That was another question I kept getting. Puerto Rico is so Americanized, you may clutch your imaginary pearls. I saw the Coach Outlet, Marshalls, Burger King and Fogo De Choa. Yup. Yup, I did! I felt right at home.
My time in the San Juan Islands was delightful. I wish I could have gone snorkeling or kayaking *sigh* maybe next time. If you ever find yourself hanging out in the islands come back and let me know about your experience. 🙂