Anyone in my general acquaintance can testify: I’m a lover of walking. Maybe to a fault. My Saucony Bullets and I scoot to work, happy hour, around the office. We soak up new cities. Invariably my energy drags just as I’m farthest from home, and I look down at my feet thinking, “Damn it. Not again!”
It was with much delight, then, that I got to stroll around Old San Juan’s violet-hued cobblestones in February. It’s a place that rewards the curious walker, whether with less-touristy restaurants, works of public art, or plain old (lush) nature. Still, its size is manageable–few Old San Juan sites are outside an amble’s distance from each other. And, when your feet grow tired, rest assured a Piña colada is nearby.