A few winters back, Dan and I found ourselves (finally) coming down from a pretty intense stretch of time. We had been burning the candle at both ends for a while…running ourselves a little too ragged…and every ounce of everything in us was pleading to slow down and take a break, aka, a vacation.
After a bit of deliberation, Budget-Travel scouring, and friend-polling, we decided on our spot: Vieques, a little island off the eastern coast of Puerto Rico.
We stayed at a rustic-style B&B called Hector’s By The Sea (which I’d highly recommend) in our own private “casita” that featured stunning views of the of the ocean to one side, and wild horses grazing by mango trees on the other. In other words: it was perfect.
Because Hector’s was bare bones in a lot of ways, there wasn’t any on-site dining—but lucky for us, there was a larger scale inn next door that had a restaurant and bar that were open to the public (win!). During our stay, we made sure to take full advantage of both, ordering chocolate chip pancakes almost every morning for breakfast, and heading over for a late-night cocktail at the bar almost every night.
On one particularly beautiful evening, we mozied over to the bar only to find that for whatever reason, we had to whole place to ourselves. As if that wasn’t amazing enough, the drink special of the night just-so-happened to be pain killers (my favorite drink of all time, if you remember), and they were exclusively playing Frank Sinatra all night long. Oh hello, all of my favorite things ever.
We spent the entirety of that night enjoying each other’s company under the oceanfront cabana, sipping on the serendipitous drink of the night, and being serenaded by the sound of the ocean mixed with ol’ blue eyes. Sigh…
Vieques + a slow night at the beachside bar + pain killers + lounge music + my favorite person in the world = #dreamlife
Hector’s By The Sea
Best. Bar. Ever.
D&D getting their share of Vitamin D
This trip also happened to be a favorite memory of Dan’s. Here’s his account of that magical night:
In the distance, we could hear the sound of bongo drums. And wait, was that a mirimba? It was close by, but we couldn’t see where it was coming from. We decided to walk towards it, and as we came to a clearing behind a row of tropical shrubs on the other side of our private casita in vieques, the music got louder. It was coming from the outdoor bar of a neighboring bed and breakfast, situated about 100 yards from the ocean, and they were winding things down for the night. We walked up to the bar counter under the gazebo and, being the only ones there, made fast friends with the bartender.
We leafed through the drink menu, all delicious tropical frozen drinks (my favorite variety, for those who know me well enough) and decided tonight would be frozen painkillers, one of Danne’s favorites, and one that I had never tried before. Our bartender dipped behind the counter, and a few minutes later, the whir of the blender quiet, our drinks arrived with the perfect sprinkle of nutmeg topping off the whipped cream. We clinked our glasses, listened to the bongo drums, and drank to the start of an amazing vacation, the sound of the ocean right behind us.