Doing the Mango Tango
Remember when you were in grade school and everyone wanted to know things like:
“What’s your favorite color?”
“What’s your favorite song?”
“What’s your favorite fruit?”
Well never, ever did I answer number 3 with “Mango!”
John is a mosquito magnet. He’s been this way since I’ve known him. No matter how much toxic bug repellent he slathers on, they still seem to love taking a bite out of him. Chiggers are worse, and wasps and bees buzz with delight when he walks outside.
It’s great for me being married to such a munchable man. Whenever I’m with him I never have to apply any kind of repellent. I just walk beside him and the flying beasties leave me alone. It’s sort of like hamburger vs. prime rib for them, I guess. It’s a no-brainer.
Our plans have been to wander, as tourists, around San Juan before traveling to Fajardo then catch the ferry to Vieques. John booked us two nights in the Courtyard by Marriott – San Juan Miramar and then two nights at the Holiday Inn – San Jose.
The hotel switch happened today and was a bit traumatic. The events of the day sealed the doom for Pinkie.
Here’s what happened.
Old San Juan
This was John’s second trip to Old San Juan, my first. I was amazed at how beautiful and clean it was. Full of statues, history, friendly people and old world charm. There was something cool around every corner, so, we wandered.
The highlights of our day included:
CATEDRAL METROPOLITANA BASÍLICA DE SAN JUAN BAUTISTA.
Final Goodbyes – Hug. Cry. Drive Off. Repeat.
We had known for months that the day we had to say our final goodbyes to my family was going to be tough. Because our plane was scheduled to take off at 7am the next morning we decided to get a hotel room close to the airport for the night before we were to leave. Afternoon tears are always easier to cope with than morning ones.