June 15, 2011

If I could take a picture of what is constantly going through my mind today, this would be it.  In one of my moments of spontenaity, I decided to plan a vacation to San Juan, Puerto Rico with Danielle for her post-bar exam trip.  I've never been anywhere tropical, unless South Padre Island, Galveston Island, San Diego, or somewhere in Florida count as "tropical."  Rather, my trips tend to take me to a ski slope in Colorado or Central Park.  I'm certainly not complaining, but this girl has been jonesing for a beautiful beach in the Carribean for years.  My time for a tropical getaway has finally arrived: five days and four nights in a hotel on the beach in San Juan with one of my best friends, arriving just in time to visit one of Puerto Rico's newest inhabitants, our mutual friend Alex. I'm afraid the next two months will be spent in a fruitless pursuit of productivity if my beach-meandering mind continues as it did today.  Sixty-two days and counting . . .