It’s been 20 years since my first visit to Puerto Rico to attend my friend’s Ring Dance.  This time there was no all-girls Catholic high school. Getting Around When I booked my trip to Puerto Rico it didn’t even occur to me that the island wouldn’t have Uber.  Turns out my trip coincided with the first week of Uber operating in  Puerto Rico.  It’s badly needed here.  Traditional taxi’s cost over twice as much.  They don’t have a grasp of GPS or smartphones still.  You’ll have lots of fun explaining where you want to go especially if you’re staying in an AirBnB instead of name brand hotel which is the limit of their map memory.  It started on a Monday and then died on a Friday night.  That night I walked home in the rain.  Demoralizing to say the least.    Workcation Besides a government stuck in 2005, I found Puerto Rico pretty charming.   Old San Juan and San Juan do possess potential for a “workcation” lifestyle.  I found a great coworking office and entrepreneurship c

Some time ago I had a dream where my mom was going through family history in one of her favorite photo albums.  (Mom loves reminiscing in real life, too).  In the dream we went back to the 60’s walking along a park.  While she was sharing about grand parents, great grand parents, many cousins,  their faces appeared as people I was walking by in a crowd on what felt like a 4th of July weekend.  Along the edge of the park were many families gathered on picnic blankets.  Overall the whole scene gathered a strong sense of nostalgia and the good old days of mid 1900’s Americana.    A little into the distance a more violent scene interrupted the nostalgia between Mom and me.  Several cops surrounded a Black person, beating on him next to a tree.  Filled with rage and disgust, I sprinted toward the group and tackled one of the cops.  During the tumble I remember looking out towards all the families on picnic blankets and none were looking our way.  Instead they were looking at the arrivin