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This winter the Nommesens visited an American island of a different type – Puerto Rico!

We started in the Old San Juan as most do. Old San Juan is the oldest settlement within Puerto Rico and is the historic colonial section.

Baby Princeton digged all the stone fountains.

Our next stop was Luquillo on the east coast of the island. Craig’s List hooked us up with a sweet apartment on the 10th floor.

The views from the balcony were unreal.

To the North we looked down the beach to the town of Luquillo.

To the South we had unobstructed views of the National Park.

We ventured out into the park to frolic.

And to build sandcastles.

We met this green guy along the way.

Back in town, my wife relaxed by the shore.

And Zhenya got her glamor shot in as well.

We took some time out from the beach to explore the El Yunque Rain Forest.

We were rewarded by a waterfall at the end of our trail.

Fresh fish with plantains was a welcome treat.

And a little lobster never hurt anyone either.

Princeton wasn’t sure he agreed with the tropical fruit though.

Our next stop was the South of the island, Ponce!

We toured the old fire station.

And chilled in the hammock in our formalwear.

We couldn’t leave Puerto Rico without visiting the surfing capital on the West coast, Rincon.

Domes beach is named after the abandoned Thermal Nuclear Energy dome that can still be seen lurking in the jungle.

Warm water, and the best waves in all the Caribbean.

It’s hard to get tired of nice walks on beautiful beaches.

We watched the sun set over the water from the balcony of our Airbnb rental.

Daddy and Princeton even got their own glamor shot as well!

We couldn’t stay at the beach the whole time, so we ventured to the interior of the island to visit the Camuy River Cave Park, only discovered in 1958, and formed by the world’s third largest underground river.

One last day at the beach before returning the rental car with almost 600 miles added to the odometer.

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Alas, all good things must come to an end, so we ventured back aboard the flying cylinder to land in the harsh California winter.