Traveling is leaving a bread crumb trail for yourself. Each memory is a morsel reminding you of the sunsets you've enjoyed and the somersault of emotions you've endured on the road. Puerto Rico was the start of my bread crumb trail for me. It's one of my first solo vacations where I fumbled in a foreign tongue and was unsure of what exactly I was ordering on the menu. I fell in love with mofongo and embraced my sea-salt infused hair. Snorkeling became my favorite why to tan my backside, and I perfected my surf. Puerto Rico was the first place I truly allowed myself to be vulnerable and fall in love with a destination enough to call it home. It pains me to see my favorite island suffering. First, from Hurricane Maria and now from the numerous earthquakes. Yet, I know the islanders who I call kin are resilient. Many are accustomed to long power outages and witnessing their homes suffer damage. This morsel reminds me of how much I admire Puerto Rico. Even after weathering disaster after disaster, they always find a way to break through and still lead vibrant, loving lives. This photo that could show all the trials and tribulations the islanders have suffered over hundreds of years, yet it is filled with hope and perseverance. Stay strong, PR! #puertorico_world #puertoricogram #puertorico_greatshots #puertoricobeach #puertoricoplaces #puertoricoholic #wanderlust #catchflights #travelwriter #getlost #ipulledoverforthis #goexplore #solotravel #wanderer #femalesolotraveler #postcardsfromaroundtheworld #traveldeeper #passportready (at Ponce, Puerto Rico) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7MCGs2BlOp/?igshid=yeltmzr32ciu
