I've been to Puerto Rico twice. Each time was to teach a workshop on supervision.
I loved it.
The people are great, the island is beautiful, and there is plenty of history to soak in.
While reading the recent news of the hurricane's devastation, memories returned: the length of the flight from Miami (it's a greater distance than many people assume); the old Spanish fortress; the amiable cab driver who knew the capital of every state; the casinos overlooking the sea; the workshop attendees who quietly waited for me to invite them into the training room; and the high price of paperbacks at the San Juan airport.
Send prayers and help to Puerto Rico.
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