Puerto Rico

3 12 2009

Photographer Elliot Erwitt was 26 when his photographs were featured in a promotional campaign for travel to Puerto Rico. More than 55 years later, he has visited Puerto Rico again. This time, the campaign includes a website, seepuertorico.com.
Puerto Rico
The photos are fascinating. Ewitt has managed to portray  Puerto Rico in a refreshing light, and has included many integral aspects of what makes us who we are. They remind me of home, and it is like I can almost feel the salt from the sea in my hair, the sun beating down on the streets, the humidity in the air, the sound of a night in Old San Juan.

Here you can read the NY Times article.


back to the H-wood…

5 05 2009

Well, more like back in Orange County, but you get the idea.. Nothing like coming home to the beach to ease the pain of leaving my island once again. And since I always fail to properly document my vacations on my blog, here are a few pics to get me started…

Day 1

My friends dragged me to an Agriculture Fest.. in the new Botanic Garden

with Eric

It was hot and crowded, but we had some of these


and I got to spend time with the girls, and the new baby


and this poor calf almost falls off that truck as we were leaving

I would so take you home with me

Day 2

I was stuck in meetings all day, but in the evening, we went to a few bars


And dude, isn’t this the smartest homeless ever??

smart homeless

Day 3

San Juan

Since everyone seemed to be working, I spent the day in Old San Juan shooting pics

La Puerta de San Juan

This place is so magical…

Paseo la Princesa

I went countless times here as a kid to feed the pigeons…


Catedral de San Juan

I grew up here, between an ocean and the Caribbean, with the salt of the sea permanently stuck to my soul…

Flying all night…

24 04 2009

Tonight I leave for Puerto Rico. TWO weeks away from my doggies… but not going was out of the question. I mean, as much as I adore them, how would I trade two weeks under the sun, drinking beers at the beach, taking pictures of the two new babies, spending quality time with my mom and grandma, and just chilling for two weeks working like a madman here?? Exactly. Here is a pic of my island, to calm my anxiety to get there….

The view from el Morro into La Perla
and I got lucky, and as of right now, they upgraded me to first class because of my frequent flier status..


5 12 2008
I was 13 years old, my parents frustrated with our inability to sit still in class… After many therapist visits, hour long conversations, and countless meetings with our teachers, they decided to find us a better school… So there I was… beginning high school away from the familiar… but we all know how I thrive in those kind of environments, the kind where I get to reinvent myself.. so it didn’t take long for me to make a few friends (and a bunch of enemies)… and then, somehow, one day I was part of this group… a group of people that not only loved my crazy, but complemented it… this people became my lifeline, my escape… With them I’ve experienced everything, from school night partying until 4am, to getting the highest test scores, from drunken weekends, to all of them being the most successful, happy people I know, from breakups, cross-country moves, college, tears, kids, holidays, secrets, boyfriends, fights, the best road trips, tons of wine, and everything in between..When Frances told me last year that she was getting married, to Joel, whom she has been dating (on and off, I should said) since we were in High school, I was sooooo happy.. and then a few months later, she calls to tell me that she is pregnant… and then, a month later, that Chachi is pregnant… and that I would not be a maid of honor because she knows I don’t really like those things?? OMG, I HAD to fly home…and Fari got me a KILLER dress…and we had been drinking since Friday
It was the BEST Thanksgiving weekend of my life…

…here we are again… 14 years later

some new people that feel like they’ve been here all along, Lori’s girls, trips, the boys, their girlfriends (whom I absolutely ADORE), a few marriages, Hollywood, Law school, oil spills and frequent flier miles between us… but it still feels like we are 13…
So when I think about what I’m grateful in life… besides my family, all the incredible experiences I have been blessed with, my friends here, who have also made me a part of their lives, and my choices, good or bad, but mine… I think of these guys first.. because they have made me who I am.. because every moment we spend together feels like warm summer nights in San Juan, of beach days, of dinners, of happiness, of drunken afternoons, of that special bond of growing up in the same place that we will share forever…