One of the greatest gifts I have ever given myself was a solo trip.
I had been working for some time and could not remember the last time I had taken a vacation. Planning who to go with, just did not seem appealing. I was in such desperate need of relaxation, that I could not risk inviting someone else whose energy I had to cater to. That is one of the most beautiful things about a solo trip, the freedom. Move as you please, enjoy as you please, compromise for no one.
Around the time I was looking for refuge, one of my friends had recently returned from a birthday trip in Puerto Rico. He looked so relaxed and zen. When discussing his trip he oozed peace. It was the first time I was tempted with the idea to make my way to the United States Island. When I found out one of my girlfriends took a solo trip to Old San Juan, the deal was sealed for me.
In a room facing the beautiful blue ocean My solo trip took me to a beautiful balcony ocean facing room on Condado Beach in Puerto Rico. It was divine. I fell asleep to the relaxing sound of waves crashing. The late August weather was comfortable and inviting. The safety that was described of the area gave me confidence to stroll around day and night.
It was only right to stake a claim at familiarity with the native creations by yelping local spots that would compile my tour of eateries. Savoring my own company as I restaurant hopped searching for the best pina colada and mofongo was such a treat. I did not feel the pressure to adhere to any timeline. Except for the 6am excursion, of course. I recall chastising myself for signing up for such an early activity. However, the beauty of hiking in the El Yunque tropical rainforest soothed of my non morning self.
I heard myself think. I honored myself. I believed and prayed.
