“Where do you want to go? The beach? The water park?” the daily inquiry fell on my ears stale from the first time.
“No me importa. I’m not here to see Puerto Rico, I’m here to see you.” I responded as honestly as I could, fearing I may hurt her feelings by not giving her the answers she wanted.
“Well, you’re seeing me and Puerto Rico. Just tell me where to take you. I want you to tell me how you have a good time.”
The harder we each tried, the farther away we got.
“I just like to explore… take walks... see how people live”
“Oh, explore and walk. You want to go on a tour of the rainforest.”