Puerto Rico project 'las islas'

So the rain stopped and  Neri happily drove me to fajardo so I could catch a ferry to some smaller islands known  for beautiful remote beaches. I would camp at a beach park and catch the ferry the next morning. Neri is taken aback when I find a coconut, smash it on the concrete and start eating it. Coconuts would become a major part of my diet for the next week. I was the only tent at the huge grassy  camp ground. Hmmm seems sketch? The first plunge into the caribbean reminded me why I came here. The water is perfect and the night remains warm long after sunset but not too warm. Tranquilo. I spend several hours sitting in plastic chairs under the orange glow of a street light having a very deep conversation in Spanish with a lady assigned to be the all night bathroom guard. She assures me that if I just paid her 1 dollar for restroom privileges I wouldn't need to pay the $10 campground fee and could stay as long as I wanted. I share heartfelt stories and song with her as the frogs and crickets chirp for hours. This is probably the longest  puro  espanol conversation of my life. She insists that  I wake at 545 and go with her pre rooster to the ferry dock to catch the ferry which supposedly would have people waiting from 4 am. I go to bed excited for the shitshow of 'the big ferry' mañana. Feeling full of life and spreading joy!

Ninja camp 1...well sort of the sign said $10. But if I just pay this fat lady $1 everything should be cool. On the beach warm as can be yoga and swimming is helping me kick this cold too!

Day 1 PR project

Puerto Rico day 1. It's pouring rain and I'm waiting for Neri to pick me up to go to a yoga class. She dropped me off at a mall of all places to bask in white light materialism Mecca of all things us while she went to take care of 'estudios.' puerto Rico is just the Spanish speaking US. Not as different as I imagined Maccoroni Grill just posts their ofertas en espanol and white guys in SUVs speak perfect Spanish.

         Yesterday already proved that the power of intention transfers through the air and over Caribbean waters.  On my flight from Denver I was just slightly thinking about wanting to connect with someone who could help perpetuate some of my many ideas. An investor of sorts. I had Been brooding over this for some time but only gave it slight thought at the moment. The man sitting next to me in the back of the plane intrigued me. He looked business and he looked Boulder. He spoke Brooklyn. Just looking at him I decided he was a cyclist, an entrepreneur and from new York. I was right. We talked cycling, writing, racing, and investing , during deicing. I told him of my  books and property in the San Luis valley and big ideas. "Im always looking for investments and I put together people and  fundraise" he tells me and we exchange emails. Venture capitalist contact with similar world views manifested! I made it to puerto Rico on time at 8 pm and righ away I message couch surfer contact Neredia, 46 yr old puertoriquena. the string of messages from her is still open ended with no real confirmation of 'I will there to pick u up at 8' 'I am here at passenger pick up' I message. I asked several times for her phone number and gave her mine in the messaging but she wouldn't give the number over the net. Maybe she'll come.... Or not. I give her the Latino 20 min then start looking for hostels in San Juan. Thank god  my 3 g works here I tell myself. I approach a lady that resembles her profile pic and say her name even though my common sense tells me it's not her. Disculpe? I tell my story in Spanish to a puerto rican woman waiting there and I show her the string of messages on my phone and we both convince ourselves that Neredia is just a spambot and should probably just get a taxi. I knew she wasn't a bot and instead just a discerning middle aged lady on Latin time but it seemed I had to believe I'd been played long enough so I got in the taxi. 10 min into the ride she calls 'I at the airport where are you?' the taxi drops me off and she retrieves me. $20 wasted because I didn't believe and trust in my own manifestation.  Discerning Neri is muy amable and wants to take me all around San Juan in night rain. I kinda just want to play a few songs for her and go to bed for I'm still battling a horrible cough. I try to be easy. She takes me to a salsa bar where retirees come off the cruise ship to dance. I try to be simpatico and dance with her. We leave and shes figity not knowing what to with me. 'I don't have space in my house but I can't bring you to a hotel' she tells me repeadly. I know this is a lie because the car she's driving is eaisly 35k. Still she fails to see the whole point in couch 
surfing. I tell her I can camp on the beach. We drive on. How do I get her to trust me I ponder? Even if I do stay in a downtown hotel I'm still in a bad spot cause I'll never get a ride to the east side of the island. After all this isn't latin America this is the us there's no public bus. I see a billboard advert with a yoga pose and I start to tell Neri about yoga. Me enchanta el yoga she says. This brings the fear down somehow and she begins, 'vamos a hacer una cosa' I sleep comfortably in her spare bedroom. Win. First couch surfing expierence ok. Free signed copy of guerrilla hwy and personalized yoga class for Neri the puerto rican retiree. Now to manifest sun so I can head on to the beach...

The Puerto Rico Project

The Puerto Rico Project.

The idea of this experiment is to see if and how good things manifest themselves with good intention. Is the power of manifestation real? Do events or occurrences manifest themselves only under selfless intention? Do things come only when necessary, in dire need, or whenever at random, or only when intention is pure. Is it better to just manifest and wait what comes your way or should one seek out and work for their intentions.

            Thus far I can attest that in my own life wishes do come true. And they come true more often under pure unselfish intentions. Believing and faith is sometimes better than trying desperately to make things happen. But it seems that some effort and focus is often needed. Let’s see what works best in Puerto Rico.

            So 10 days, well really 9 and a half days, 1 man with great intentions but no set plan. I bring one small backpack with camping gear, a yoga mat, a ukulele, $300 cash, and a positive attitude. How much fun can I have and still stay out of trouble?

Primary Intention: Have as much fun as possible being my vibrant self.

Mantra:  Every situation is an opportunity to share love and joy. Keep smiling.

Goals for the trip.

Take time to do yoga and play music every day. Teach yoga at least once, write a song.

Swim in several beautiful places, be warm!

Take time to write at least 3 good sessions.

Dance with Puerto Ricans

Get invited to a party

Go sailing or fishing for free

Buy food for someone and also receive a free meal.

Get shown to a really cool place that I would not have found on my own.

Speak Spanish, stay out of trouble.

Simple enough right? Well lets get back to a little of making it happen. All this on 300 dollars still can be a challenge. My basic budget will be $50 day 1 to get from the airport and sleep safely. The rest of the time will have to be about $25 a day which will only cover food a bit of transport and maybe a couple of beers. If more is needed I can manifest it or manage on less right!

Vamos a Puerto Rico! TOO DAM cold here. Negatives ahead all week!

Photo is the Homestead under snow, old stomping grounds revisited!

Keeping on the Guerrilla Highway in 2013

I've been hard at work this summer here on my property in Southern Colorado, now called the Little Bear Ranch. With a well drilled and Solar power, trees planted and a garden, I am truly now semi sustainable off-grid. Really enjoying bike rides around here on my new Novarra ponderosa 29er. (yes I converted and am loving it.) Just a reminder Please scroll way down for south america pics! I'm Hoping to make a trip to Costa Rica this fall and Kauai in February but for now I'm happy at home on the Lil Bear ranch watching dynamic weather daily.

Living free at 8,000 feet where the wind blows and the wild horses roam!

Summer 2012

Storm Brews over 14er Mt. Blanca seen from Mike's Property in the San Luis Valley.  Newly Backfilled foundation is barely visible in the foreground.

Mike Devloo is now living in Boulder and full of love and light and in a relationship with Chalie Simon from Boulder. Its been an incredible summer of adventure! I'm still rehabilitating my sprained left knee but things have been good and love and adventure are still flowing. I started a new blog to promote a Colorado fantasy adventure tour company I'm starting called Action Escape. I hope to do a trial run of the first 'escape' titled "Escape to New Mexico" at the end of the Summer. Check it OUT. 

The Month of June was filled with travel and seeing old friends with lots of nice riding and a few backpack trips in between. July things solidified with pouring of concrete on my land in the San Luis Valley a, a trip up Mt. Blanca and a recent move to Boulder where I was swept into a magical love with Chalie. We hope to travel together to tropical places this fall/winter. Book sales have been strong in the Boulder area and I hope many of you recent buyers or those with just my card take the time to glance at this blog. 

Guerrilla Hwy photos at the bottom of course! 

 Miss Chalie Ann Simon on a trip up to one of my favorite hidden campsites.

Mike on the newly poured foundation on his land in the San Luis Valley. 

salmon dinner camping 

Chalie Simon my sweet princess!

Ontop of Mt Blanca on a beautiful day with my good friend Matt
Colorado's 4th highest peak.

Responses to Riding the Guerrilla Hwy.

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