Puerto Rico Day 2 -- 4/17/13

Ahhh.  That’s better.  Glad to see that the rain wouldn’t last the entirety of my short vacation.

I bounded out of bed ready to explore.  First stop, the Caribe Café on the second floor.  The waiter was kind enough to talk me down from the pancake meal I wanted but never would have finished (3 pancakes the size of a large dinner plate).  Instead I order the side order of one pancake (still too big), some bacon, and some local coffee.  With milk.  Definitely with milk.  Puerto Rican coffee, I discovered, is just as dark and angry as Italian coffee.  I think I’ll pass on buying any to take home.

With a map I pilfered from the concierge desk, I thought I would set out to explore Old San Juan.  Yes I know Francisco said it’d be best to get a ride but I figured it was only a few miles.  Surely I could walk that?

You know, I probably could have.  If only I had walked in the right direction.

I took a left out of the hotel and started the journey, passing a bunch of hotels, restaurants and shops along the way.  Again there were cops everywhere lending to the very safe air of the area.  Oddly enough there were also a few homeless just hanging out in doorways or by bus stops.  I guess the cops figured that as long as they weren’t harassing anybody they would leave them alone.

I’m walking and I’m walking and I pass a couple of little park areas on my left with views of the ocean.   I didn’t stop at the first one because I was on a mission but the second one caught my eye.  Tired of the sidewalk already, I took a detour for a little beach time.

 

This is why I am will travel so many miles to get to the ocean; the simple pleasure of walking along the sand with my bare feet in the waves.  There is nothing like it on this earth.

 

I seemed to have picked a great time to travel to the island as the beach was not very crowded.  I followed the shore for a while before getting back on the sidewalk.  Another ten minutes of walking through a neighborhood (eek! Lizards!) and back onto a busy street and I realized that i was nowhere near Old San Juan.  There was nothing old about where I found myself, just the same things you'd find in any small city.  Instead of chiding myself for going the wrong direction, I just remembered that I never would have seen this part of the island if not for my mistake.

My dogs were starting to bark so I headed back in to the hotel.  I was out of water so i stopped at a vending machine not realizing it was out too.  But somehow someone had purchased a Gatorade and conveniently left it in the slot.  Not usually to my taste but I scooped it up along with my returned change.  I was refreshed by the drink and delighted to find a Texas quarter among the coins.  I've been collecting the special quarters with the state logos on the back for years and the only one I was missing was Texas.  Geeky, I know, but it made my day.

I stopped at a souvenir shop on the way back to the hotel then it was bathing suit and beach time for me.  The water was not as warm as I would have liked but it wasn't freezing either and I got used to it quickly.  The water off the little beach was shielded from the big waves by a line of rocks maybe fifty feet from the shore so it was nice to just get in a soak without fear of being knocked over.  The floorbed was really rocky but the water was clear enough to almost distinguish a rock from a shadow.  Almost.  Good thing I went back for the swim shoes otherwise my poor toes would have been in bad shape.

I lunched at the poolside diner on a nice PR inspired sandwich, fries, and a very strong fruity adult beverage that the waitress suggested.  I'm not much of a drinker but I do love to experiment with the tropical cocktails.  The birds, like in Maui, got a little bold while I lingered over my meal so i grabbed my gear and adjoined to one of the seaside chaises located a little distance away from the pools.  I was quite content to lay there reading my book; no schedules, no traffic, no rush to be anywhere other than where I was.  Nice.  It was only my rapidly drying-out skin that made me go up for a shower. 

The cafe where I had breakfast also sold Edy's ice cream.  I got a cup and my book and went right back to the chaise to soak up as much sun as I could.  It started to get really windy before it even got dark so I reluctantly left again and turned in for the evening.