Orange You Sorry? - The Coconut Chronicles: Two Guys, One Caribbean Dream House - page 69

It's important to enjoy those happy little surprises life throws your way—you know, things
like finding a twenty dollar bill in a pair of jeans you haven't worn for months or meeting
the love of your life when you've completely given up hope. But it's also important to savor
those delicious moments you know are coming your way.
At the very top of my list of all-time anticipated pleasures is flying from D.C. to San
Juan on a dreary February day, walking out of the airport into the hot, moist air, and tilting
my Vitamin D-deprived face upwards to the relentless equatorial sun.
Sheer, unadulterated bliss.
When we touched down in San Juan, that first February, we almost sprinted to the door
of the terminal. We were addicts chasing a long-awaited fix—the fix being sun and heat. It
was so satisfying I almost bummed a cigarette from one of the gossiping taxi drivers loiter-
ing on the sidewalk out front.
We were back. (Or almost. There was always the tiny irritant of the puddle jumper and
the ensuing sweaty palms, but I didn't care.) Daniel met us at the airport in Vieques.
“How are things at the house?” I asked as we tossed our luggage into the back of his
monster truck.
“Fine, as far as I know.”
This wasn't exactly the comforting answer I'd hoped for.
“Meaning…you haven't been there lately…or what?”
He shot me a look.
“Oh, I've been there,” he drawled. “And everything's okay. No drama.”
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The great room of the upper floor was piled high with half-opened boxes from Sears and
Linens 'N Things . It was pandemonium.