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| Aerial view of St. Thomas |
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| The pilot looked like he was 16 years old |
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Our trip home from BVI routed through Puerto Rico with a 5 ½ hr layover. We flew an 8 passenger plane where you have to tell your weight so they know where to sit you. Our bag were distributed to each wing, by weight. Once we arrived, we jumped into action and grabbed a cab at the airport to get to Old Town San Juan. Yes, Puerto Rico is part of the US. No, they don’t speak English. So it was a weird experience seeing American stores and advertising – but all in Spanish. Even the cab drivers didn’t speak English. More people speak English in Paris than here!
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| old town San Juan |
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| old town San Juan |
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| the fort at San Juan |
We wandered the old streets lined with colorful homes that had carved wooden dowels decorating the windows, but also providing security when the large windows were open. We saw the old fort surrounding the town, an image of which I’ve seen since I was a child. A great grandmother painted this and it still hangs at my parents house.
The Turk was getting itchy. It was playoff time for the European Cup. Italy was playing Germany…at this moment. We found a dive bar and watched the match, until it hit its 2
nd overtime. We had to get dinner!
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| My mofanto |
Nearby we discovered Berlin – which I agree is an odd name for a restaurant that doesn’t serve German food. Luckily they had a TV and were more than happy to play the rest of the overtimes for all to watch (Italy won, but lost the final against Spain). We had the most delicious traditional meal called mofanto. This one had seafood and mashed plaintains. The secret was the blend of unique seasonings that must represent PR. The Turk had eggplant and chicken mixed in a type of casserole. Add a mojito to the meal and it was perfect! And then we were ready to head back to Florida, to tropical storm Debbie.
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