Some beach...some where

Today one of my favorite bloggers asked us our favorite summer memory.

Well I didn't have to think hard to figure it out:

That water is in no way photoshopped! That's what I had at my doorstep every summer when my parents shipped my brother and I off to an Island far away...

Every summer I experienced unconditional love that only a grandma could muster.
Topped with double portions of Puerto Rican food to fatten me up.

My grandpa took great pride in teaching us how to fish...


Obviously I had A LOT to learn:


The funny thing is, at the time I HATED going there every summer. I hated leaving my friends behind, I hated being so far.

Now, on dreary February days like today, I find myself going back there. To my grandma's patio, swinging on the hammock, book in hand, as the hummingbirds whizzed by- feasting on the brightly colored flowers my grandma grew in her garden.

I owe a lot to that island.



And on days like today... I could use some good soul food after a sun-filled fishing day with my grandpa.