Welcome to Notes from a Far-Flung Correspondent, which features the weekly interests and musings of Bossy’s Son, who is currently enjoying his sophomore year at Columbia University in the City of New York.
This week: Spring Break!
As some of Bossy’s Esteemed Council might remember, last year I had the truly fantastic opportunity to spend Spring Break with many of my friends from school in a beautiful, serene, luxurious Ft. Lauderdale home where absolutely no underage drinking, South Beach Miami club-hopping, late-night hot-tubbing or Irish Carbombs occurred. None whatsoever. (Hi, Ma!)
What made the whole thing so lucky was that we were able to stay at my friend’s house — and since we didn’t have to pay for a hotel or group house, there was more money available for plane tickets and copious amounts of
Corona healthy food. But that house was recently sold, and so I had resigned myself looked forward to relaxing at home for this upcoming Spring Break, at the end of March.
Then she came along:
She’s Steph, one of my first friends at Columbia and still one of my closest. She’s the motivator, the endless enthusiast, invariably cheerful and hilarious. At some point between pushing us out the door to check out downtown salsa clubs and studying biomedical neuroscience, she realized two things. The first was that our group seemed ready to go our separate ways for the blessed break in the semester. And the second was that she was having exactly none of that.
So Steph hopped online, clicked around, shopped for good prices and better locations, and eventually planned trip-of-a-lifetime-part-deux in…
San Juan, Puerto Rico!
For those of you concerned about the ever-so-slight bump in my left butt pocket formerly known as my wallet, I say unto you, no te preocupes:
Son-of-Bossy worked every second of Winter Break (not to mention the job I have during the school year) in order to take advantage of just this kind of opportunity, especially considering we’re all going in on the expenses together, as a penny-pinching group.
Details to come, but possible items on the itenerary include a bioluminescent bay, day trips to Old San Juan, and lordy lordy lime-y
Coronas chocolate milk galore.
Anyone ever been?