nice kicks

Two teenaged best friends laughing together in a shop.  The evidence of this close friendship was that they had mixed their sneakers — they each had one of the other’s shoes on.  How whimsical.

Someone going out of their way to do something kind for me.  (Okay, now I realize that’s wildly vague!  I left my laptop at a meeting, and a colleague picked it up and brought it to me because it was on her way, which saved me another trip out of town.)

The magical powers of a dark chocolate mocha to lull me out of a sleepygrumpy fog and into a more chipper place.

the rhythms of relaxation

(I’m getting back to glimpsing grace, my friends…it’s been too long!)

A cozy fire and hot coffee on a chilly morning.

Delightful conversation over fragrant, delicious pasta.

The cadence of gentle rain on a tin roof, calling me to greater restfulness with each plink and plunk.

the colorful life



Hola, chickadees.  I had quite the grand adventure after Christmas!  My boyfriend Carlos’ good friend was getting married in Puerto Rico (she and Carlos are both from there) and so off we jetted to San Juan for a few days of relaxation and wedding-related-festivities.  I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a more beautifully colorful place.  Naturally, I took, oh, a couple-hundred pictures, but I’ve tried my best to narrow those down to these (still plentiful) ones.  Enjoy your tour of San Juan, my friends.  It’s stunning.

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Old San Juan has ancient cobblestoned streets, which range from deep blue to gray.


It’s a historic city (aren’t they all, actually?) and has wonderful fortresses to explore.  This was thought to be drawn by a prisoner in the cell of one fortress.  I’m going to go ahead and pretend it was Blackbeard.

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Them’s some thick walls, y’all.

Oh how I love old crumbly buildings!

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It was slightly windy up there.



Onto other favorite things: turquoise everywhere!  (It’s my favorite color, and if you’ve ever been to my house, you’ll know that.)

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There were lots of other colors, too.  Old San Juan looks like it was hit by a rainbow at some point.

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The three wise men are very big there.  (Literally, and figuratively.)


All of our explorations made us thirsty.


Mojito time.  Then we walked around some more, and felt a little sleepy, so…



Coffee time.  Did I mention how delicious everything was there?


Here’s coffee another day, with mallorcas, phenomenal slightly-sweet bread filled with guava (though they can be filled with all sorts of things).  Oh, yum.  Yum yum yum.


More wandering, now…onto wildlife:


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(This is honeysuckle — it has sweet sap in it you can drink.)

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Oh, you know, just chilling at the Avatar tree.

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There was a proliferation of pigeons.


And some baby dragons.


And many contented cats.  I started to think that San Juan was actually run by cats and pigeons who happened to tolerate humans.


Of course, I would find a Presbyterian Church.  They were serving the homeless one day we stopped by.  Go, you Puerto Rican Presbys!


We popped in a couple of Catholic churches too.  Just lovely.

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The colors!

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I love the decorative tile they use everywhere.



Now, onto the reason we came: the wedding!  I didn’t take a ton of pictures because I was too busy celebrating and dancing and enjoying time with Carlos’ good friends from college, but I did snap a few.


Lovely spot, eh?

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Before we left, we enjoyed a bit more time contentedly ambling about Old San Juan, drinking more coffee, snapping more pictures and enjoying the island life.

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Thanks for letting a bit of your color spill into my life, Puerto Rico.  I can’t wait to see you again (save a few mallorcas for me, please!).