“Our first thought upon landing in Puerto Rico is how good it feels to be enveloped by warm wet air. Our bodies had been sorely starved of humidity during this most recent and never-ending New York winter, and we were ripe to receive it. It’s as if our pores were so parched that they gulped in the wet wind and everything that rode in on it.
Salty sea air, fresh rained-on grass, and damp plaster… The sudden showers of the Caribbean, especially in Puerto Rico which is quite windy, bestow a morning freshness to the air, a verve of something beginning. There’s the energy of new plant-life awash in dew that we in the North associate with springtime, mixed with the heady heat and salt of the island.