he who introduced me to reggae. (See scene 5 in Sweet Compulsions for my first reaction to the infectious music.) In fact, Joseph planned for us to see Bob Marley but the legendary Jamaican passed shortly before the concert.
When I found my way to Jamaica I was entranced by everything from the view off my hotel deck to climbing a 600-foot waterfall to reggae in the streets and beautiful proud black people.
Magnificent view from the deck of my Silvah Seas hotel room.
I'd strolled into.
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At last I took the long-anticipated Caribbean cruise! And at a bargain as the ship was repositioning. So I flew to New York to board -- a story in itself, what with a canceled connection and the need to get to Brooklyn Piers during rush hour -- and then flew back from Puerto Rico after visits to Antigua, St. Kitts, St. Thomas and a (very rainy but memorable) weekend on my own in Old San Juan.
I stayed in El Convento, a
splurgy hotel in a 350-yr-old building that back in the day housed a convent
for Spanish widows.
For a time I considered the idea of
retirement in PR. Ah but it's way too expensive to live in San Juan or, indeed,
Ponce, the only other big city. I don't do boondox and besides the island is
only 35 miles wide and 95 miles long.
