We knew that our spring break in Rincon wouldn't be the classic college kids gone wild intoxication fest, given that our resort is known for its family appeal, but we were excited nonetheless. In fact, we were eager to be released from the confines of our own youth, and to simply live our fantasy of an island vacation with dresses and blue drinks.
Though we barely slept the night before our flight, (I napped from 2-3, and Asal and Bianca just didn't sleep), and barely slept on the flight (I was scared to miss the free plantains/chex mix and pineapple juice/sprite), we dove into the ocean almost immediately after arriving to the resort. The water was warm, blue, and friendly. We swam for a few hours, got out and got some blue and red refreshments, swam some more, and then passed out on the beach. I woke up to a
hostile sun, which had already managed to sautée my skin.
The entire day we ate cookies, crackers, cereal bars, and apples. In the evening, our bodies finally revolted, unable to tolerate the burns and the sporadic snacking, and we headed into town for some hot food and coconut drinks. The hotel to which we were directed by our hotel (attempt to make a cut) was famous for its "pirata especiale," which were sweet cinnamon concoctions in fresh coconuts, which the bartenders and waiters sliced (hacked) open with axe-like knives, spurting coconut water everywhere.
Like true gringas, we ate rice and beans, chicken alfredo, and french fries, listening to the black waves crashing against the beach in between bites. We laughed, we swung on our chairs, we took pictures. We stopped pretending to mingle with Puerto Rico, (except when Bianca speaks
Spanish) and colonized the island with our foreign, youthful playfulness and curiosity. The seniors smiled at us and moved away, making room for the three college kids we saw across the room, who became the first group we could finally call our peers. We all decided to hang out the rest of the week, and to explore Rincon nightlife and surf and make bonfires.
And spring break was officially brought to Rincon.
Though we barely slept the night before our flight, (I napped from 2-3, and Asal and Bianca just didn't sleep), and barely slept on the flight (I was scared to miss the free plantains/chex mix and pineapple juice/sprite), we dove into the ocean almost immediately after arriving to the resort. The water was warm, blue, and friendly. We swam for a few hours, got out and got some blue and red refreshments, swam some more, and then passed out on the beach. I woke up to a
hostile sun, which had already managed to sautée my skin.The entire day we ate cookies, crackers, cereal bars, and apples. In the evening, our bodies finally revolted, unable to tolerate the burns and the sporadic snacking, and we headed into town for some hot food and coconut drinks. The hotel to which we were directed by our hotel (attempt to make a cut) was famous for its "pirata especiale," which were sweet cinnamon concoctions in fresh coconuts, which the bartenders and waiters sliced (hacked) open with axe-like knives, spurting coconut water everywhere.
Like true gringas, we ate rice and beans, chicken alfredo, and french fries, listening to the black waves crashing against the beach in between bites. We laughed, we swung on our chairs, we took pictures. We stopped pretending to mingle with Puerto Rico, (except when Bianca speaks
Spanish) and colonized the island with our foreign, youthful playfulness and curiosity. The seniors smiled at us and moved away, making room for the three college kids we saw across the room, who became the first group we could finally call our peers. We all decided to hang out the rest of the week, and to explore Rincon nightlife and surf and make bonfires.And spring break was officially brought to Rincon.
AWWW!!!! I am so happy that you are having fun.
ReplyDeletei wonder what these "refreshments" are. also, i think you've left out a lot of details. INCLUDING YOU GOT BURNED LIKE A TOSTER STURDEL.
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