Hubby and I took this little plane to Vieques for the weekend and left the kids at home with visiting family. The twenty-minute flight took us to another world.
Roads: Unlike St. Croix, on Vieques you drive on the right-hand side of the road although distances are measured in kilometers and traffic signs are all in Spanish.
W Hotel: Modern architecture and signature W decor, air conditioning and cable TV... At one point while watching Anderson Cooper, I actually forgot that we weren't in the states.
Beach: For the first time in seven-plus years we are kid-free for the weekend, and we actually got to relax on the adult only beach. The sand was softer and the surf was rougher. Maybe Vieques doesn't have the same protective reefs that we have in St. Croix? We didn't waste too much time analyzing why.
People: They speak Spanish and English and Spanglish here. At the same time that I'm wondering what they're saying about me, I'm thinking how self-centered and uneducated we unilingual Americans are. As in St. Croix we are the minority, but on Vieques we are outnumbered by colorful, demonstrative and bootylucious Puerto Ricans.
Food and beverage: Drinks flow generously all day long and are dominated by Puerto Rican rum and red and white sangria. We indulged in the local fare including huevos rancheros (twice), local lobster, mofongo, ceviche, PR paella and churasco.
Family: Surprisingly there were quite a few young families staying at the W. Across the board it appears that mom is the caretaker and dad is not. And breast-feeding uncovered in a bikini poolside is totally acceptable.
The sun is out, and I'm grabbing another drink and working on my tan before I have to grab the 4:40 flight back to STX and my reality.