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Friday, September 10, 2004  

My iBook is in Puerto Rico with me

And the hotel has high speed Internet access. All that's missing is the will to blog.

Tuesday

After some nerve wracking wait for the van to take us to the airport we finally managed to board our flight to NY. We landed at about midnight and after careful thought decided it was not worth it for M.A. to go home, unpack, pack again and come pick me up for our 7 AM flight to Puerto Rico. So we hit a bar instead, slept about an hour and a half and left NYC under the rain. Completely unreal.

We flew JetBlue - great seats, plenty of legroom, wireless Internet access at the terminal, minidisplay with TV and several movies at each seat. They will see a lot of me if they keep up with that kind of service.

Wednesday

The Hotel is great. We got an upgrade to an Ocean view room, on a 4th floor. We are practically over the water. About 10seconds after arriving we were at the pool. The one with the bar, obviously.

Side note: one very neat thing about the guests at this hotel is that 99% of the chicks are grossly overweight. Extremely liberating.

We spent the whole day at the pool. Lunch in the water. Siesta time. Jacuzzi. I have yet to try the sea water pool. M.A. has, while I was snoring away.

In the evening we went to El Viejo San Juan and although it was very very quiet, we did find a great restaurant, the Parrot Club. The food was wonderful and our waiter was very helpful - he even give the the recipe to the vodka concoction he had chosen for me.

We were back to the hotel room early enough to hang out on our terrace and enjoy the view for a while.

Thursday

If you ask the concierge at the hotel there is nowhere we can go without taking a cab, renting a car or hiring a private army. I asked which beaches were walking distance and the answer was none. They discouraged us to take the bus. So we took the bus. And had a ball. An 82-years-old lady (she told us her name was Marta Rodil) was ranting at the bus stop. She was hilarious. Her audience were a couple of African-Americans from NY. She took the bus with us and we had an earful of everything that sis wrong with Puerto Rico now. The drugs, rap, sex. The bums coming back from NY. We would have missed the experience had we listen to the concierge.

The concierge was wrong about the the beaches too. Just a few stops away we found a beautiful long deserted stretch of sand. The water was fantastic. We walked it up and down. Eventually we came upon a group of girls pulling down the pants of a nice looking black guy, with the few people at the beach watching on. Very entertaining.

We even had lunch at the beach. Our server was a girl from Cordoba (Argentina). Here's the picture from our table. Don't hate us. We are good people ... maybe.



In the evening we had dinner at an Argentinean restaurant with M.A.'s friend, Luis. Very nice guy and quite cute. We went bowling with him afterwards. I'll skip the details of a very humiliating experience. Lets just say I was caught unprepared. I had a skirt on, a top that kept riding up and I can't remember when was last time I played bowling, if ever.

Friday

We are considering taking a small plane to Culebra, maybe tomorrow because it's already too late to do it today.

Plans as of now: pass on the computer to M.A. so he can check his mail (my baby! I am trusting him with MY BABY!), walk to yesterday's beach, swim, walk, swim (we don't even carry towels, making it virtually impossible to ever lay out in the sun), stop and drink, swim, walk, stop and eat, walk back to the hotel, go to the pool, then to the gym, shower and then go out clubbing. Sounds perfect to me.

11:05 AM
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