Hey PR tourist, what to know where the party’s at?

The scent of lime and salt drips from my fingertips as I type this entry. Sure it’s only midnight, but I had a busy day of driving the Puerto Rican hillsides visiting family members of my beloved and well, it’s time to call it a night.

Long story short, BOQUERON is the place to be on a Saturday night in Puerto Rico even if you’ve had a long day and need to call it a good night at midnight.  

Quaint beach town, check.

Potent drinks, check.

No frills bars, check.

Mixed crowd of karaoke enthusiasts, check.

Christopher’s aunt lives in a quiet little neighborhood of Boqueron, Puerto Rico where we’re staying for the duration of our trip. In the day time it may not seem like much: a couple of supermarkets which seem to be open simultaneously, a liquor outlet because c’mon, it’s so necessary and unlimited Church’s chicken joints and Walgreen’s farmacias.  Those four and a few small businesses consist of the areas makeup. Ten minutes away is a gourmet frappe (not FRAP, but FRAPPEY) joint and by gourmet I mean a drive-by stand. But hidden behind the small homes and giant banners of the local liquors sold in makeshift bars is a beautiful horseshoe beach where Caribbean waters gently brush against the faded yellow sands.

I’m almost reluctant to reveal what a gem this beach town is, but when you’re travelling, secrets just don’t exist. So, let’s talk money. For $49 dollars, Christopher and I had four (yes, four!!) very strong drinks and four freshly shucked clams each. Yes, you read correctly. Clams. We’re not talking Dirty Donald’s after a night of drinking. I’m talking salty oysters and clams freshly plucked from the Caribbean waters drenched with the juice of limes the size of quarters and a dash of Mr. Steve’s hot sauce, whoever he is. As a self-proclaimed food enthusiast, it was my first ever (I could never get over the booger-looks of raw clams and oysters) and definitely not my last, at least not in Puerto Rico. The texture was heavenly and they tasted of fresh sea salt. Accompanied by a  pina colada or Don Q (local rum that’s neck-to-neck with Bacardi and only sold in Puerto Rico) and Coke, it couldn’t get any better: except for sporadic salsa dancing, moonlit dock and warm Caribbean breeze.

Frankly, I love this place and don’t think I could leave, not on a weekend at least.

It’s only day three.

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