…can hardly hurt us now. Unless it puts a damper on the entire day! Today dawned overcast and drizzly. On our way to breakfast a few blocks away it changed from a mist to a downpour. We didn’t let that stop us from enjoying Chocobar for breafast. Daughter tried the Grilled Cheese and Chocolate sandwich, and allowed me a bite. I am a fan! We made a few purchases which she ran to the flat while I waited for the car. We set off for Playa Mar Chiquita beach hoping to spend some time in the sand, sun and surf. There was a small craft adivisory in effect, and the rain never really let up. We did walk the beach collecting beach glass and shells, and enjoyed watching the waves roll in.

It was a little too overcast and rainy to really enjoy the beach, and both port-a-potties (our last choice for a restroom, but it will do when desperate!) were locked. The next logical option seemed to us to be be the Bacardi Factory. Neither of us really wanted to spend the money to do the actual tour, but we did opt for the welcome cocktail. It was fun, but a lot of folks seemed to have the same idea.

We headed back to the flat in what looked to be clearing weather. A snooze (afternoon naps should be manadtory work breaks in my opinion), a shower and we were ready for dinner. Tonight’s restaurant, El Jibarito, was literally around the corner. We shared an entree of chicken in garlic sauce, and she had beans and rice while I indulged in mofongo de yuca – basically deep fried cassaba. It was delicious!

We ended the evening listening to live music just down the street, and across the street when we got home. Neither of us said a lot tonight…I think we are lost in our own thoughts and trying not to leave too much of our hearts here in Puerto Rico. That last part is nearly impossible.

I did have to chuckle tonight as the two ‘mainlanders’ thought 72 degrees was chilly, and one of us actually wrapped herself in the blanket before coming outside. I don’t know how we’ll get through the rest of winter, but now that I know summer exists somewhere before it hits Georgia, I think I can survive.