On our third full day in Puerto Rico, we drove (or, more precisely, Liz drove) from San Juan to the city of Mom's birth, Ponce. The trip itself through the mountains in the center of the island was one of the highlights of the week. The views were amazing; in places the hills were so lush and clearly defined that they looked unreal. And as we reached our destination, we were greeted with the most dramatic "welcome" sign I've ever seen: 20-foot letters spanning the highway, spelling out PONCE.
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