I stepped off the plane and was instantly smothered by the heavy, humid air. This was Puerto Rico. It reminded me of Hawaii, with a Spanish twist. My lovely wife, Ashley, was here to attend a conference, while I was here to play golf and drink rum, maybe even simultaneously. While Ashley had to sit through mind-numbing sessions, I hacked my way through one of the hotel’s two golf courses, picking up an atrocious score and a slight sunburn. At night, we had receptions and a banquet, drank pina coladas and mojitos, and mingled with her industry colleagues.
On our last full day there, we were able to visit Old San Juan and do a little requisite tourist shopping and sightseeing. We stopped for lunch at a place called Barrachina, where I had a random celebrity sighting: porn legend Ron Jeremy. He walked over to me and said, “Hey, good to see you again. When are you going to unretire? We miss you.” Okay, that didn’t happen. But it sure would’ve freaked the hell out of my wife.
