Flashback - This would not be the first time my friends thought I was crazy.
Divorced for several years and still living in a "family compound neighborhood" in Smallsbury, MD (that would be my ex's family), I was ready for a change. I had a good job as a Department Manager at the local hospital turned regional trauma center, tons of friends and a nice home. I didn't want to leave my good paying job with excellent benefits, or my group of friends and co-workers. So, I elected to move 30 miles east to the coastal town of Beachville, MD. "Are you crazy? Why would you want to live there?", I was questioned. "Its a 45 minute commute, full of tourists, and dead in the winter." Not a problem - a 45 minute commute on an uncrowded road is no problem. In the summer I could be part of the crowd, and in the winter I would enjoy the quiet and dinner discounts at great restaurants.
And enjoy it I did - friends from near and far would visit in the summers. During the winters I would use my great vacation time to escape to Barbados for the beach or the Pennsylvania or Western mountains for my ski fix. Trips to Mexico, Spain, France, Italy, Austria, Switzerland. Life was good.
It was during my first Vermont ski trip that I met Fred. In less than 10 months, I quit my job, put my house on the summer rental list, packed my belongings and my dog, married Fred and moved to Vermont. "Are you crazy?"
So, after 14 years of marriage, we set foot in Puerto Rico for the first time.