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An extremely rare moment: A mountain coqui poses for the camera.










A modern day Taina indian.











A note from a previous guest. This place truly is magical.
¡Gracias Utuado!
I visited my grandmother yesterday. She is 92. I saw her last time briefly in March, and she’s lost a lot of weight since then. Here she’s holding up a little head piece she crocheted for her doll. :)
There’s something funny that happens when you see NYC on TV after having lived in NYC. It’s like you’re forever changed somehow. I can picture exactly the scene right now at the Starbucks on Crosby and Spring St. Or the lunch line at Shake Shack at this very exact moment.
“Bienvenidos a San Juan, Puerto Rico.”
If you’ve ever been on a flight to Puerto Rico, you know that upon touchdown, the whole plane, well most of it anyways- will clap in unison full of joy (and relief) that we’ve made it onto Puerto Rican soil. This used to irk me tremendously when I was younger for some reason. Now, I’ve learned to replace my rolling eyes with a genuine smile. I’ve made it home after all :)
9 days to go. The next few days will consist of selling furniture, packing up my belongings and saying goodbyes. I’ve been calling NYC home for the last five years now. I really can’t believe I’m leaving it, but also looking forward to returning home and re-connecting with my island’s people and nature.