The two hour jeep crusade worked up the best appetite right before lunch
2 hours of trekking through the temperately comfortable winter jungle and hanging on to the car’s, roofless frame calls for drinks and food, but how good could it possibly be?
Unsure how the other non sport cars made that ascent, but I see why they’d want to
Madre Mia’s view from, seemingly the absolute peak of a mountain in Utuado is the kind of place that makes you question how architects and contractors managed to haul up lumber, pipes and wires.
The open air floor overlooked the lake, showers brushing the distant mountains, and some of the corners of the island that bordered Atlantic waters.
It was noon, but there were only 2-3 other parties here? Cocktails were no costlier than 4 or 5$ and the priciest cut of skirt steak was under 20$
We had no phone reception, and there was no need. We didn’t care who was calling, pinging, or IMing.
It’s the kind of place where staying at the cost of your career is worth it. Time doesn’t go back or forward here. It’s just there. The jungle, the breeze, the good food, and the immaculate company. Leaving would be sad, but those thoughts don’t exist yet either.
That’s the essence of rural Puerto Rico. A feeling no money will ever attain.
