When Working at Home Doesn’t Mean Home
Although I had plenty of work to do, I jumped at a last minute trip to Puerto Rico. My husband was sent there to support President Obama’s trip to South America, and thanks to spring break, all rooms in San Juan were full. Lucky for him, that meant a stay at a nice resort on the beach (don’t worry taxpayers, they got a very good rate). So I crashed his room, and instead of working at home in New Jersey with the heater on full-blast, my laptop and I carved out a space by the pool at El Conquistador. My workday routine was accompanied by a soundtrack of rustling palm trees, latin music, and kids playing Marco Polo. Every so often, an iguana ambled by.
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