My first visit to this tropical island in the Caribbean Sea was around 1975.
I always remember the drive from the San Juan airport because of the distance we covered. It took the taxi driver my grandfather had hired about four hours to get us to where we would be living.
It seemed we were never going to get to my grandfather’s house, we could have asked over and over, “Are we there yet?”, but we didn’t because that would have been seen as disrespectful.
Saying that we were suffering a cultural shock was an understatement! We had grown up between New York and Chicago.
Nevertheless, I’ve always thought that the moment I set eyes on these amazing mountains I fell spell-bound in love for the rest of my life.
I knew I would never leave if it would have been up to me. The narrow and steep roads it took to get here were more than worth it!
Sometimes life becomes a little like this. The road gets rough, but when you finally arrive where you want to be it’s worthwhile. The challenge of dealing with the pot holes, narrow and steep roads you’ve endured become milestones in your journey fulfilling your purpose in life.
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