Permanent Honeymoon

El Morro Graveyard

Puerto Rico is an easy destination to get to from the eastern U.S. (where I live). The flights are cheap, and the island is an American protectorate, so there’s no need for a passport or to exchange your U.S. dollars.

I spent six days at the Hotel El San Juan in, of course, San Juan. The Hotel El San Juan is only a few minutes from the airport and a taxi ride is relatively inexpensive. The Hotel itself has a small casino and night club off the main lobby. I spent one night watching people at the craps table and couldn’t help feeling that it was a game in which four guys in dark jackets (one with a stick) just took people’s money. I completely do not understand the game!

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The pools are wonderful, with swim up bars and ample room to take in the sun. It’s a nice location to visit when the temperature back home is hovering around 20 degrees Fahrenheit. The best golf courses and beaches seem to be on the south side of the island.

I took a walking tour of old San Juan, and visited to the two Spanish forts. I walked back and forth throughout old San Juan, enjoying the scenery and the history. I also visited the cathedral of Old San Juan where De Soto is buried. It was a nice way to spend the afternoon.

When gauging relative expense, I like to compare the destination to New York (which is, I admit, expensive versus the rest of the U.S.). I noticed that gas prices were about the same as in New York (but sold in liters) and food prices were also about the same. A note on the food – it was fabulous! I would suggest that you eat some of the island cuisine. I actually went on a brief red-bean-and-rice survey, in which I ate them every night at different restaurants. Every restaurant had excellent red-beans-and-rice, but my favorite was at Pikayo restaurant which is located within the Puerto Rico Arts Museum.

Serondella Lodge - South Africa

Africa has long been to dream of adventurers and pioneers, still a place of mystery, of the unknown. Africa has always been a dream of mine, ever since I was a little girl watching national geographic specials, fantasizing of being Jane Goodall or Dian Fossey. When the opportunity presented itself, I jumped at it, although I have to admit daunted by the fact that along with my husband and myself, we would take our four children: a twelve year old, our seven year old twins and our year-old baby.

Africa has many types of safari to offer. There are tented safaris, which move from place to place via small planes. There are private safaris where you set the agenda (again tented and with the use of small planes). There are lodges, both large and small. Each offers its own advantages. For example, if you have unlimited funds, you might choose a private safari, or even a tented safari; however, which with small children, I was hesitant to undertake either of these. We chose a small lodge, which can accommodate only eight people at a time.

Our lodge Serondella (which means “place of the elephant”) was perfect for us. At the time, we were there we were the only guests, securing attention unparalleled. We stayed in a family boma, a traditional round house with thatched roof. The three bedrooms were luxuriously appointed with comfortable beds, mosquito netting (a necessity), showers and a living area with a fireplace. There are no telephones or TVs neither of which were needed. We had a small terrace for sitting outside when the weather cooled a bit. We were awaked each morning by the barman at 5:30 am, with a tray of tea and biscuits, and then we were off on our morning game drive.

Our open land rover offered unparalleled views of the “Big 5″ – lion, leopard, buffalo, elephant and rhino”. In addition, we saw impala, zebra, giraffe, crocodiles, hippos, wild dog, baboons, and warthog. Our ranger Donny and tracker Thimba provided a wealth of knowledge on all these creatures and gave a running commentary on our rides. We even made a side trip to the Hoedsprit Cheetah Reserve, where these majestic animals are being kept in captivity for protection and breeding purposes. (more…)

Jaguar Reef Belize

Three words remote, remote, remote. If you really want to get away from it all, this is the place. But it takes travel, and if you don’t like little prop planes, bring a handful of Xanax (as I did) or forget it! You arrive at the international airport on a big jet (OK, no problem) however then you board a tiny prop (we’re talking a 6 seater here) which flies you to the “city” of Dangriga. Don’t get me wrong the flight was perfect, these guys do it all day long, but it was the thought of one propeller keeping the plane airborne that spooked me. The Dangriga “airport” is literally a swath cut out of the coastal bush, a wind sock and a shack. This is the third world make no mistake. We were met promptly by an employee of Jaguar Reef who took us on a 40 minute odyssey on the dirt “highways” of Belize. The ride was bumpy but made quite pleasant by the stories our driver told us. Belize is very poor, although you would never know it from the attitude of the Belizean people. Some might be shocked by the shacks and the seeming abject poverty these people live in, but one experiences no rancor from the locals – and no, I’m not on a “happy native” kick – it’s only that I have been places where this sort of hospitality did not exist.

Upon arrival at the club we were stunned by the beauty of the place. Landscaped amongst the sand are beds of tropical flowers. The roofs of the cabanas and the main house are thatched as is the Belizean custom. The few cottages are clustered around the main house in a semicircle. You are greeted and checked in with great expediency (they know you are coming). We did not actually stay on the resort property but in the Na Balum beach house about a 5 minute walk down the beach. We stopped at the bar to pick up the requisite rum punch (this is still after all the Caribbean) and wandered out onto the small open air dining room. About 15 simple tables all afford a glorious view of the Caribbean Sea. We checked out the swimming pool (small but functional) and then wandered down to the beach here they have beach chairs shaded by palms from the burning sun and double hammocks to while the day away. We then made our way down the beach to Na Balum – what a perfect spot.

The house has two rental levels, we had the bottom, with a living room equipped with a futon couch, a full kitchen with bottled water, simple bathroom and a bedroom with a double bed, alarm clock (as if you’d need it!) and a sliding glass door that opens to the sea. Since there is virtually no crime in Belize we slept with that door open every night, lulled to sleep by the sound of the lapping waves. Just in between Na Balum and the Jaguar Reef is a tiny inn with 4 rooms run by Canadian ex-pats. I recommend taking most of your meals there as the food is far tastier and cheaper than at the lodge – their pizza is to die for. We did take several meals at the lodge and they were fairly ordinary, with a few Belizean dishes thrown in – nothing to write home about, although the service is perfect. (more…)