Travel in style… you never know where your next journey might take you.
I sat on my roof deck lulled by crashing waves and coqui chirps. I took a deep breath of salt air and humidity as I giggled to myself. At what? I don’t remember, buzzed off of happiness and piña coladas. It was almost midnight, almost my birthday, and I was exactly where I wanted to be. Alone. In Rincón, Puerto Rico.
And when the malaise seeps in, it’s my cure.
I’m enjoying one of the last weekends of summer here in Marseilles.
Check it out as I talk my travel goals for 2017 — have I met them?! — ice-cream, what I’m inspired by and do some bad math!
I wanted the discussion to run the gamut from safety, to perks, stereotypes and most importantly, our role as American women as travel ambassadors of the United States.
here’s a trip down memory lane with a few of my favorite sites in Rincón & Cabo Rojo.