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Love Sam lace ruffle top as worn by
Reese Witherspoon

This is the perfect piece to take you from Summer to Fall. We have it here!

comfort zone

I just love all things cozy. I walk around the house with a blanket and UGG slippers all year long and my husband just cannot get over it (Houston = very hot summers). He doesn’t always get the art of coziness.

We are in Rincon, Puerto Rico and believe me, I’m in my comfort zone. It’s very, very cozy. Everything about this place is easy. The flight. The roads are great (the smooth rides just feel better). The water is gorgeous, not to mention more buoyant (I swear it is). The weather is being very kind to us. I have not been bitten once by a mosquito (remember, I live in Houston). My boys are behaving! Note: the 7-year-old always behaves. It’s the 3-year-old that is unpredictable. My boys love it here.  It’s not too hot (remember, Houston)! My hair does well (as does the skin). Come on, you know that’s important. The people are so very, very nice. And, there’s this place. Roger Wagner runs Surf787. The house is perfect, comfortable, and Roger is wonderfully hospitable (his wife is on vacation, I’m sure she is, as well). It has all the makings for a fabulous vacation.

View from our terrace

Roger took us to a gorgeous beach today, Jobos beach in Isabela, to give my son a surf lesson.

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Sammy, my little surfer

He parked us under a covered balcony, the temp was perfect, and the little one was as happy as a lark while we watched the lessons. Only one melt down ensued and that had to do with cookies.

Jobos beach

My little cookie monster

He’s so great with kids. He runs a surf camp in the summers. Seriously, kids fly over to attend his camp and he picks them up from the airport. They set up camp on the bottom floor and if the parents come, they can stay off-site or the top floor (where we are). Or, not come at all.  He has promised my seven year old that he can be his assistant someday. He can help out with all sorts of tasks: surf lessons, dishes, cooking, just no work with the machete (the vines need taming).

Roger, as taken by my 3-year-old

The little one noticed that his brother kept giving a ‘hang ten’ sign. So, he started doing his own thing. I guess this is his ‘surf’s up’ sign.

You should come! If you bring six kids for the surf camp, you can stay upstairs for free! You can do your own thing during the day and your kids will be having the time of their lives hanging ten with Roger and his crew. Just meet up with them for dinner and you can hear all about their adventures. You will be comfortable, trust me…

Random-ness

Postcard via here

Random-ness. I love it. It’s a highly concentrated form of entertainment for me.

Traffic jam in a big city? Doesn’t bother me (unless it’s in Houston). I just look around and see what I can see (because I’m lucky enough not to be the unfortunate driver). I was a Science teacher; I LOVE making observations and formulating my inferences. I am constantly observing. Constantly inputting. Too much inputting and not enough picture taking, as it turns out (always).

Missed photo opp #1: Traffic jam. It’s fine… we’re not in a hurry. I don’t know why there is a guy in the middle of the access road leaning on a barrel blocking both lanes, that are backing up because it’s rush hour traffic; he just is. It’s ok. Relax, we’re on vacation (the kids are starving). That’s kind of weird. Two big trucks pass us by and they get waved on by the guy with the barrel. Trucks with heavy equipment and a LOT of people hanging out in the back. Why so many people on the back? Oh, ya, our rental car guy mentioned Fast Five is filming here. That must be it. Cool. What is Fast Five? After some Internet research, I see. It’s the sequel of the sequel of the sequel (of the sequel?) to the Fast and the Furious movie.  As I’m scrambling for my iPhone, I’m too late. Claro!!

Missed opp #2: It’s late and we’re driving through town to pick up a few things from the store before we retire for the night at the B&B. Before we turn left onto the highway, several guys riding horses pass us by. Bareback? This is a thoroughfare. Then, their two skater-dude friends follow along, keeping up on their boards. Mildly entertaining to watch (bareback?). He’s wearing flip flops; he has nowhere to put his feet. How does he do that? Entertaining, that is, until we are the car right behind them and one of the horses start kicking up it’s back legs (remember, bareback). Yikes. I certainly did not want to be involved in an accident where our vehicle collides with someone that has just been bucked off his horse (isn’t the guy on the board right behind that horse afraid he’s going to get kicked?). So… I’m pensively watching and waiting to pass them, not reaching for my camera. Another missed photo opp. Actually, that would have been a video opp, I’m sure.

Now, we’re back at the B&B (more on that later; it’s wonderful). Perfect and dreamy. A huge benefit in coming off-season (It is hurricane season, I’m sort of a gambler and it paid off) is that we have the whole B&B to ourselves. We’re it. The terrace is ours. The temps are not crazy hot. Love the sounds of the critters. Miraculously, we’re not getting eaten alive by mosquitoes (one of the perils of living in Houston). The boys are blissfully asleep and the husband and I have a lightening storm show over the hills (without getting a drop of rain) while sitting on the terrace, drinking a nice glass of Rioja. Then, the random, intermittent outburst of yelling begins from from what sounds like several blocks away (It’s not annoying, it’s very faint. It’s still very peaceful on this terrace). It’s yelling and then cheering. Then, repeat. There’s a bar down there on the main road, I think. Is there a sports game on this late?  It’s making the dogs howl. I know I heard a Rooster. I think I even heard a trumpet. Now, there’s the singing; in unison. I’m sure there are some photo opps. down there (most likely, some video opps). I think I’ll stay right where I am…

skinny cargos

We’ve got them here…

stealing beauty

Photos via here

From the terrace of Borgo Argenina, you can see the house where Bertolucci filmed the movie Stealing Beauty. Taking the advice of Elena Nappa, the owner of the B&B, three of us ventured off to find the “Double Tree” and the house. We did find the double tree and it was magnificent. However, we pegged the wrong house, so I had to borrow pictures from Elena’s facebook profile (go ahead and friend her! You can see what is going on in her part of the world before your trip to Tuscany).

We almost ‘took a peek’ in the wrong house. If we had spend just a couple minutes less at the “Double Tree”, we would have made it in right before the owners pulled in. They turned down the road leading to the house right before we did. Of course, we thought they were also going to see the abandoned house from Stealing Beauty. However, when a dog came out to greet them and they made there way inside (like they had done this before), we took a better look at the house and decided it was the wrong one. Uh-oh, had we been two minutes earlier, we would have had some ‘splainin to do!!

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