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I'm not quite sure how to describe the trip...words would definitely not do justice the feelings. The most memorable day was the one when we went to El Yunque, the rainforest, on Sunday which was about an hour and a half away. We arrived, parked the car, began walking along a little path until we hit a fence with a large NO TRESPASSING sign on it. It was laced with barb wire, but we managed to crawl under it, barely missing the ferocious spikes. We continued our ascent and it became increasingly difficult to stay grounded. There were endless mini mud swamps, the rocks were slippery (well...that's a major understatement), the climb was steep as all hell. We fell and laughed too many times to count. Eventually we reached the various waterfalls and as I spun around I was absolutely speechless. The sounds of the water trampled through my ears. We were utterly engulfed in greenery. I experienced this completely novel thrill produced by these surroundings. I felt weak, I felt insignificant, I felt miniscule. I was cloaked in fear. Everything around me was so exquisitely pure, so untainted, so incredibly powerful, so overbearing. It was my first real encounter with nature. Intimidation soaked into my pours and I was left in awe. I let the mud seep around my toes before I stepped into the dangerous currents of the river. I was pushed with such a mighty force that I almost felt like giving in to it and refraining from restraint. Omar and Mark demonstrated their intrepidity as they climbed into the top of the waterfall and slid down it with their hands up and their eyes closed. They flew off the edge, following a frightening trajectory which let down to a bath of freezing, rocky waters. I hesitated, I was reluctant, fear dominated. I truly struggled for what seemed like eternity to let the water carry me down like it had them. I had two options - one would illustrate cowardice and the other courage. I opted for the latter and tingled with joy as I rushed downwards.
It started with excitement at the airport.
This is Sebastian...he's wonderful, just wonderful.
Janelle, me, Omar, Tati and Seba at a gas station.
::giggles like a stupid young girl::
We bought this colorful awesomely crazy pipe at a small shop.
Slippery moss.
Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaauty.
Mark and Omar.
Footprints and solitude.
The view from Omar's apartment.
We had to use a tin foil pipe. I know, I know.
Pat and Omar, probablemente ellos acaban de tirarse. Sex hair?
Janelle woke me and Seba up with a blinding flash. It was hard for him to keep his eyes open. Que lindo.
I love love her (literal) ass.
Apparently I was blighting the youthful sand-castle making activity with sexual implications.
Janelle and Mark loved the chicken shit.
I can't even recall how many people stared and laughed at Pat's 'do,
...don't ask. We don't know either.
Janelle and I stayed at Mark's house.
And we had an awesome room, where awesome things took place...
Tutti Frutti restaurant. All I have to say is "Melon Chingoneo."
The camera died and I most regret not taking pictures of the nights in San Juan where we went clubbing and drank the Puerto Rican beer "Medalla" at La Cubanita. We had such such good times with that beer, which, I quote from the can, had "probably more than 4% but less than 6% alcohol" in it.
It started with excitement at the airport.
This is Sebastian...he's wonderful, just wonderful.
Janelle, me, Omar, Tati and Seba at a gas station.
::giggles like a stupid young girl::
We bought this colorful awesomely crazy pipe at a small shop.
Slippery moss.
Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaauty.
Mark and Omar.
Footprints and solitude.
The view from Omar's apartment.
We had to use a tin foil pipe. I know, I know.
Pat and Omar, probablemente ellos acaban de tirarse. Sex hair?
Janelle woke me and Seba up with a blinding flash. It was hard for him to keep his eyes open. Que lindo.
I love love her (literal) ass.
Apparently I was blighting the youthful sand-castle making activity with sexual implications.
Janelle and Mark loved the chicken shit.
I can't even recall how many people stared and laughed at Pat's 'do,
...don't ask. We don't know either.
Janelle and I stayed at Mark's house.
And we had an awesome room, where awesome things took place...
Tutti Frutti restaurant. All I have to say is "Melon Chingoneo."
The camera died and I most regret not taking pictures of the nights in San Juan where we went clubbing and drank the Puerto Rican beer "Medalla" at La Cubanita. We had such such good times with that beer, which, I quote from the can, had "probably more than 4% but less than 6% alcohol" in it.