Ah, Puerto Rico, at last! Gorgeous, noisy, humid and wild. We are determined to taste and savor all week long. This is not a place for “sipping” – this is a guzzler’s paradise.
Our first coup has to do with meat. We reserve a mysterious bag of pork (“lechon”) to be picked up in the local graveyard between 5:30 and 7:00 AM. This roasted pig is legendary and we resolve to get a hunk of it as quickly as possible. “Extra skin” was our only request. It was even more and succulent than we imagined — only the greasy paper bag with the name “Elissabeth” was left as evidence.
We are staying in a fabulous little hotel called Amistad – small and comfortable, with a lovely overgrown patio in back plus several communal porches and decks. Guests are welcome to use the kitchen. Strong coffee is served each morning at 8:00. The little library and beautiful tiled pool (top photo), more for dipping than swimming, are unexpected delights. It is impossible not to relax in this atmosphere of friendship and comfort.