When I arrived in Puerto Rico I was expecting some sort of culture change even though it is a US commonwealth. When I stepped off the plane I was immediately stuck by how humid it was. I felt like I was walking though a steam room. This, when combined with the heavy clothes I was wearing for Sun Valley weather, made me feel like I was swimming in damp, hot moisture.
What I assumed would be my first culture experience in Puerto Rico was my cab ride. I was thinking there may be some Spanish radio talk show going on and that I wouldn’t really be able to clearly communicate where my hotel was to the driver. Yet, the moment I stepped into the cab I was greeted by Gaga’s “Born This Way” which was quickly followed by “DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love”. Clearly the only major difference between mainland US and Puerto Rico was the national language.
I noticed other abnormalities as I travelled around the island. Gas is sold in liters while distances are either posted in kilometers or miles depending on, as far as I know, how the road crews felt that day or whatever was in stock at the local official Highway Sign Store. The speed limits were pretty straightforward. Signs posted indicated various numbers such as “55 maximum” with no reference to whether that was in mph or kph, which, for me, was confusing based on the spontaneous substitution of distances in either metric or imperial measurements. Also, all police and emergency vehicles, rather any car or truck with some sort of bright flashing light apparatus, constantly kept their lights on. Driving down the freeway I would see police cars and ambulances with their lights blaring as if they had somewhere to go, yet they calmly moved along with no sirens and no emergency to rush off to. This only bothered me when the police were right behind me on the freeway because my initial gut instinct is to pull over when police lights are on. Actually, one time a police car followed me through a drive through at night with his lights on the whole time. I guess his hunger was a pretty big emergency.
Out of all the changes when coming to Puerto Rico the one that is by far the best is the weather. I left cold, damp, dreary, depressing “Sun” Valley and gladly welcomed pristine blue skies, crisp sunny days and an average of 95°. There is nothing better than sun, warm breezes, lush tropical hills laden with coffee and plenty of white sand beaches.
El Conquistador Resort |
Colorful Old San Juan |
Colorful Old San Juan |
Colorful Old San Juan |