“You’ll never guess where we’re going.”
“We can go to the Colonial Zone or Café del Sol. Or we could keep it local and hang out at your hotel pool or our apartment pool.”
“Those all sound like good plans.”
“Ohhhh. I definitely want to take you to the Bluffs.”
“What’s the bluffs?” She asks.
I could tell she was thinking about it. “Your family wouldn’t know where it is. It’s not like… on a map or anything.” (Although I have since drawn one.)
It hit me then that this is a hidden gem. Something that – for now – only we know about, a select lucky few of us. I don’t know if this is the reason that the bluffs are one of my favorite places on this island or if it’s because every time we go it means we’re hanging with good friends and loosening up the week’s belt, if it’s the island sun sets at 6:00 surrounded by crashing waves and rocky cliffs. Maybe it’s the lawn games or the drinking wine or the the way I laugh every. single. time we drive up the sidewalk to get to a place that only a select number of us in a whole city know about. I’m not sure…
and to be honest, I don’t care.
|The drive up the sidewalk|
|Husband and I at the Bluffs|
|A break from lawn games for a photo op w/Baby Santiago sleeping|
|The gang’s all here… well almost, but a good number of the gang|