Cada vez que mi vuelo aterriza en la Isla del Encanto, yo me siento tan afortunada de poder regresar a mi lugar favorito de esta tierra. Mientras el avión comienza a descender, yo contemplo a través de la ventana a las olas espumosas chocar con las aguas cristalinas. Magnificente es una de las palabras que… Continue reading Una Nueva Isla del Encanto
On a frosty dawn in December, when the sun began to shine the earth, I woke up to witness a shower of snow enveloping the ground with a pearly quilt. Mesmerized by the flow of snowflakes, I contemplated the naked trees getting dressed with an elegant white nightgown, adorning its bared branches with diamonds of… Continue reading Christmas in the Island of Enchantment
A través de nuestra historia, los crónicos e investigadores, concluyeron que nuestros antepasados indígnenos borinqueños, tuvieron una corta vida en la Tierra. Con el descubrimiento de Puerto Rico, en el 1493, los indios taínos le dieron la bienvenida a los españoles, creyendo que eran dioses. Años más tarde, precisamente en el 1508, con la llegada… Continue reading Los indígenos borinqueños
As we both felt the salty and powerful gust kiss our lips, she let go of my hand to peacefully and strongly stand at the edge of the high cliff that faces the ocean.
As Puerto Ricans, we have been gifted with the legacy our ancestors, the Indian Taínos had left us. They honored this land, considering it a paradise until the Spaniards discovered it.
After doing your research, looking for the best place to spend an amazing vacation in the Caribbean, you book your ticket to the Island of Enchantment. While you are packing your bag, leaving at home any heavy clothes, your excitement is assuring you that magic, romance, adventure, and mystery will meet all your expectations.
The best gift I could have ever got was the one Maniyio gave me, helping me to understand that I don’t need to fear getting hurt anymore because true love manifests upon discovering our true essence.
The Taínos believed the diminutive amphibian, which they considered a magical frog knew the language of the stars.
Asking my inner self for my soul’s name, I heard through the crispy wind of autumn, “seek for it in Puerto Rico.”
Finding myself in the Dwarf Forest, I contemplated the fog moving in as a pearly white gauze. In this mystifying land of stunted trees and hazy climate, the woodland seems to establish communication with a universal intelligence.