“Are you sure you don’t wanna blog this?” Julia asked for the millionth time. It was close to midnight and we were standing under the pavilion, already completely soaked, watching an Indian girl dancing in the rain, signaling to the rest of the wedding guests to join her. It was impossible to get a taxi, and the rain was just getting stronger. That’s not what I had imagined when I said we should go to Trinidad for our vacation. I just wanted to sit on a beach chair, facing the ocean, drinking a cocktail. I don’t even like cocktails, but I just wanted to do this at least once in my lifetime.
I hate planning, but Julia loves it. And so by the time we left for our vacation Julia had the entire trip planned out. The outline: a week in Puerto Rico, including a short escapade to Vieques, and a week in Trinidad and Tobago. It wasn’t supposed to be eventful enough to blog about.
Oh boy, was I wrong.
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