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From Puerto Rico

BLOGS

From Puerto Rico

June 4th, 2012
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Photo by: Brookelle Stockton
Puerto Rico

Imagine waking up everyday surrounded by blue waters. The cool breeze, warm air and traditional cuisine–this is the world I live in. My name is Brookelle Stockton and I am on the journey of a lifetime. For the next three months I am living on the western tip of Puerto Rico and learning the ways of the locals. I am taking life to a new level of appreciation, for nature, and for the people around me.

Puerto Rico is a place like no other. On this island, everyone is your friend. It’s a type of bond that only people living in the middle of the ocean can understand. My first night on the Island a local invited me to the beach. I quickly accepted the offer and brought along my camera. I was expecting something tourist-filled with little room to walk. We parked in a grassy area off the side of a highway. I looked up and I was speechless.

Light sand lay below us, rocks lined the waters edge, coconuts sat at the high tide mark. I’ve never seen water so clear. I could see hundreds of feet into the depths. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. My new friend stood about ten mango trees ahead, and was urging me onward. He had bigger rocks to show.

The rocks that lay ahead were nearly the size of small houses. Some were stacked while others had been eroded into perfectly flat surfaces. They had been shaped for years by the pounding waves. As I climbed over these magnificent rocks I noticed a hole in the ground. As I peered down into the chamber I could see the approaching waves. Seconds passed as the last wave of the set broke, gushing out water and mist. It almost looked angelic.

To me this was a sign that the rest of my trip here was going to be an experience that I will remember for the rest of my life. I am 20 years old, no family in this part of the world, and my Spanish is below average but it is something that I know I am meant to do and share with the world. This is my story of living on an island.

 

 

 

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