OK, don’t hate the Murgs.
Yes, we escaped Boston’s freezing temps and endless snow…but barely — it took a red eye after two cancelled flights to get there. Yes, we enjoyed sunny days in the 80s and drank piña coladas on the beach, but we’re back, aren’t we? Like we’d EVER choose strolling through colorful old San Juan and poolside cabanas over ice dams and a front door swollen shut.
That infinity pool! Holy heck! Looks like such a fun sun-soaked trip!
I’m curious about the post-processing on these images.