What’s in the perfection of a sunrise? Is it the majestic nature of the light rising over the horizon? Is it the promise of a new day promising new opportunities and new chances at redemption? I suppose for me it’s all those things but one thing specifically. The perfection of the sunrise serves to remind me of the perfection that is the woman I’m sharing that sunrise with.
I wish I could say my last night in San Juan was this epic Hangover type of night where I dragged myself into the airport with red eyes and no luggage. Actually, I don’t wish I could say that at all. My last night was spent eating a dinner on the balcony, sharing a bottle of wine and going to sleep at about 10pm. Waking up at 3am to go for a stroll on the beach holding the hand of a woman I’ve come to realize I want to take a hundred of these trips with. Because she was working 90% of the time this morning in the pre-dawn hours was the only time I got to hold her hand on the beach and it capped off a magnificent week filled with travel tales, great food, cobble stone roads and an ocean that told me to keep believing that my dreams will come true.
There’s no place like home. Texas Forever is in my heart but that doesn’t mean that there can’t be room for new places in my heart. New memories to be shared and cultivated that add not only to the man I am but to the man I drive to be.
In my hotel there was a butler that was born in San Juan but moved to Philadelphia when he was just several months old. He was going to move to Victoria, Tx but couldn’t find a job so him and his wife settled on Puerto Rico. He told me, “We don’t have a lot but we live good. We have a stove, money to buy the things we need and a view of the ocean whenever we like. We even have a mattress; the temperpedic kind off the commercials.” Seeing his excitement about luxuries I take for granted every day made me smile.
I’m sure I’ll take dozens of other trips in my life but San Juan will always be in my head because it was the first time I took one with her. It was the first time I let myself be free from the shackles of comfort.
~ Demez F. White