My books of poetry (the first in Spanish, the second in English) highlight the word “breeze.” I fear that the complete impact of the word’s meaning can be lost. Its poetic significance can only be experienced when you’ve felt a Caribbean breeze soothe your skin from a blistering summer day in Old San Juan or caress you on a humid afternoon in Puerto Rico’s mountains.
If you’d like to experience both, visit Puerto Rico. Do what I did this summer and bring a copy of my books (Caribbean Poet and/or Poemas Caribeños) to Puerto Rico and you’ll fully understand what I’m talking about.
My wife and I enjoyed this Airbnb mountain house in Adjuntas, Puerto Rico this summer: