Rincon was a winding drive down the west coast, past a traffic-stopping flea market where we did not purchase a live chicken, a giant machete, or shampoo. The town square was largely deserted. Even the ice cream shop didn't open until 1:00. We spent a little time at the public beach and drove north to "Domes" named for the adjacent nuclear power plant. Ian did a little boogie boarding; Sophie and I drank smoothies prepared by a local with a blender powered by his truck battery.
We had considered eating brunch at La Copa Llena the next morning for Easter, but realized that would necessitate a really early wake-up and drive so we stopped for an early dinner on the way home from the beach. If you ever find yourself hungry in Rincon we would highly recommend a stop here. Per Ian, "the best BLT ever" and steps away from the beach. Enjoy some happy hour libations and watch the sun set. I would steer you away from Puerto Rico's national beer, Medalla, unless you drink PBR unironically.