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!
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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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Maritza Martinez
I'm a stay at home English teacher, mother of four (one daughter and three boys) and have been happily married to my high school sweetheart for over twenty-seven years. I love to read, write and garden. I strive to always be learning new things, and to reflect on life with its ups and downs. Books have always been my best friends and helped me overcome a very difficult childhood. I owe this to a great teacher who taught me to love books and vegetables and inspired me to become a teacher. I struggle with a chronic illness (Myasthenia Gravis) everyday, but I don't let it take control of who I am. I take life at a slower pace and am enjoying every minute of it.
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