Voyage Vixens recently ventured off to the Isle of Enchantment aka Puerto Rico. Puerto Rico’s island charm, mixed with its exotic African-Spanish-Tanino Indian culture is intoxicating (not to mention the rum!). And, no passport or visas necessary as it is a U.S. territory. While there, we discovered The Gallery Inn in Old San Juan.
On our last day in Puerto Rico, we decided to stay at the boutique hotel in Old San Juan because the Lonely Planet guide book described it “as if you’ve wandered inadvertently onto the set of a Harry Potter movie.” Always in search of the quirky aspects of a destination, we knew something special was in store. And hey, if The Gallery Inn was good enough for President Obama and the First Lady Michelle in 2008, it had to be good enough for Voyage Vixens.
And special it was in more ways than one. The adventure began before we even entered the ornate wrought-iron door of The Gallery Inn (pictured left). There were no parking spots in front of the Gallery Inn, so we parked at the convent next door. Of course, we saw the “No hotel parking” signs, but ever the rebels, we disregarded the warning and went inside to check in.
We returned to the car locked inside the gates of the convent. The gate wouldn’t budge no matter what and we were already late for an interview with the Museo De Arte‘s curator.
Lanee ran up the stairs to the convent’s front door and rang the doorbell repeatedly. A petite woman with curly, short grey hair in her 70s came to the door. Flushed, she explained her situation to the nun. The nun shrugged her shoulders and said, “La puerta esta roto.” Translation: the gate was broken.
“How could this be?!,” Lanee asked the nun. Only 5 minutes earlier when we arrived at The Gallery Inn, the gate was wide open. Lo siento is all she offered as a solution. Lanee took things in her own hands, literally, and ran back down the stairs and began pushing on the heavy iron gate. It didn’t budge. Finally, after much cajoling and begging the nun for help, a saintly mechanic came to their rescue and unbolted the gate.
Lanee was so flummoxed, she kissed him, full of gratitude for his handy skills. As Lanee got in the car, sweating and emotionally spent, Lindsay piped up, “Well, that was a first. We were just imprisoned by nuns.”
Despite being captured by nuns, The Gallery Inn turned out to be one of the Voyage Vixens’ highlights in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
For the bride who wants something different than a wedding in a church or luxury chain hotel in San Juan, Puerto, The Gallery Inn is a muy romantico! Read on for Lanee’s review in Huffington Post titled Gallery Inn: Whimsical Wedding Locale in Puerto Rico.
Take a pinterest stroll through The Gallery Inn, photos by Andrea Johnson Photography, for purchase HERE.