These sounds reminded me of when I was first diagnosed with diabetes. I was overwhelmed entering an unknown territory. I felt morphed into a different creature that had too much glucose running around in my body. Coqui. I had to learn a whole new language: AlC, hypoglycemia, hyperglycemia, microalbuminuria, ketosis, systolic blood pressure, thiazolidinediones, neuropathy, and continuous glucose monitoring.

When new in San Juan and when new with a diabetic diagnosis, I had family and friends who eased the way. However it was far more fun to travel to Puerto Rico than entering the territory of diabetes. But, both required finding my way and shared some similarities in adjusting.

1.      At the rehearsal dinner I was offered sangria…a fruity vodka drink. I took a few sweet sips when my diabetic conscience asked, “What are you doing drinking fruit juice and vodka? I switched to bottled water. I drank and drank the pure, colorless stuff and felt fine the next morning. And I had good glucose numbers to confirm it!

2.      I learned to go out for an early morning walk in Puerto Rico for daily exercise. By afternoon, it was just too hot. I read, journaled and napped through the midday heat. I protected my body from highs and lows.

3.      I used lots of suntan blockers and safely filled my body with vitamin D. I loved this sunshine blast having come from gray, wintry skies. I have color in my face, but protected myself from sunburn just as I protected my pancreas and cells by taking my diabetic medications regularly.

4.      I saw one new thing per day. I didn’t rush around trying to do it all. Diabetes has taught me this lesson. I use to be of the “all or nothing” mindset. No more. I relished each new sight—the El Yunque Rain Forest, the El Murro Fort, the Art Museum of Puerto Rico, and the San Cristabol Castle. I really saw and breathed in each experience.

5.      I took my glucose readings faithfully as I was in new territory adjusting to a different climate, foods, and lots of walking. No hypoglycemia or hyperglycemia for me.

I had a wonder-filled weekend loaded with beauty, dancing, and celebrating. The Spanish-speaking guests were united in offering love to the new couple at the church and at the reception. And even though I didn’t know the language—I felt the love and added my own to it. Learning the language and its nuances helps all travelers reach safe, loving, and contented destinations. Co-kee. Co-kee.