I'm spending a few days in this Puerto Rican coastal city—well, town is probably more accurate. It takes about 20 minutes to walk the area end to end. But it's dense with color, fried food, and docked cruise ships once a day. I found the perfect retreat here, a small guesthouse overlooking the sea to the north. My room has a porthole for a window, a constant breeze, and echoes of the waves beneath.
But it's the common area that I love the most. The owner of the building is an artist, or a Renaissance man according to his girlfriend. And although he has his own studio space and apartment upstairs, his supplies and inspiration have seeped into this room.