Over the past two decades I’ve visited Puerto Rico on nearly a dozen vacations. I circumvented the island numerous times, marveled at the hospitality, enjoyed the Latin culture, sunned on the beautiful beaches under palm trees, told friends and readers to visit, and appreciated that this island was a bit of America with it’s own unique heritage.
I’ve been bringing my son Aidan, now 14, since he was an infant. From charming abuelas who would pinch his toddler chubby cheeks in the street to learning to speak Spanish and making new friends as a teen — Puerto Rico means so much to him too.
To see the island flattened by Hurricane Maria hurts. To watch the almost hostile response to the crises from our government as the island copes with both the lack of electricity and running water is painful, frustrating, and completely flabbergasting.
As travelers, I try to…
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