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wished that she had more
courage to try new things, especially food. No, for that day, a
large burrito that was enough to feed two was the safest choice, and
one that she had enjoyed for nearly thirty minutes as she
people-watched from a small green metal bench.
    She
walked along the walls to the colorful buildings, and stopped at a
large tourist shop to look at brochures of the area. They had become
her life line for sightseeing, and San Juan was no different. Taxi
or walk. Morgan looked down at her tan boots and shook her head
slightly, she wouldn't be walking to the island in those. Her other
decision, concerning a guided tour or going to Old San Juan alone,
was made just as quickly. She would go alone, as she always did, and
take her time as much as she wanted.
    An
hour later, after a pleasant cab ride and a few stops for shopping,
Morgan was walking along the blue cobblestone of the narrow roads on
the island. The first stop on her mental list was the Saint
Christopher Castle. It was the largest fort in Puerto Rico, and
stretched nearly twenty seven acres, not all of which she had the
time to see that afternoon. She took dozens of photos of the
beautiful castle before finding her way to Plaza del Quinto
Centenario. She walked down the stairs leading to the large paved
area in the center, and literally turned in several full circles to
take as many photos as needed to capture the clay column, statues,
and fountains that made up the large, and heavily populated park.
Her only regret was not waiting to eat, because it would have been a
perfect place to relax while enjoying her authentic meal.
    She
finally forced herself to finish her own tour, and spent the
following five hours walking through monuments, the Ponce De Leon
family home, ancient cathedrals, and even took a walk around the
cement walls surrounding the island. It was a day that she would
never forget, and the hundreds of photos that she took would make
sure of that.
    The
ride back to the hotel didn't take as long as the ride out, since she
wasn't stopping every few minutes for a quick peek inside one shop
after another. Evening, however, was still fast approaching and she
and Ian had agreed to meet for dinner since he had to work most of
that day. She was running late, but Morgan Holland wasn't one to
miss a meal, so after arriving at the hotel, she was changed and in
the lobby before her client had arrived.
    She
sat at a small table near the front door of the large lobby, just so
Ian could find her quickly, and scanned the black velvet lined menu
as she waited. Hours and hours of touring the city had left her
ravenous, even with the monster burrito that she'd had for lunch. Steak! Once again, she laughed at herself for not stepping
out of her comfort zone, but nonetheless, steak was in her very near
future.
    Morgan
waited for more than half an hour and had finished two glasses of
wine before she realized Ian wasn't going to show up for dinner...at
least not any time soon. Just to be sure, she made a quick phone call
to the handsome man and he confirmed that he was running late. She
didn't know how he could be late when he was working in the very
place she was waiting, but he explained he was out of town, making
new fruit contracts. “Really, fruit?” Morgan giggled when
she hung up the phone, and by Ian's requests, she went on with dinner
without him. He did promise though that he'd make it up to her later,
but at the moment, nothing sounded better than the meal she was about
to enjoy.
    She
waved down one of the servers and placed her order, which included
the biggest steak on the menu, a loaded baked potato...and a salad.
Angel would have laughed at her choice, then reprimanded her for not
broadening her horizons either. But her new motto said otherwise, because I want to...and because I know what I want.
    The
thought of her best friend reminded her of the text he'd sent that
morning. A simple and short text stating 'call a bitch' was all he'd
sent, but