Then, it was time to depart for warmer climes as we had done in
2004
and
2003
so we said good bye to Ben and Jane as Suzanne gathered her things and the limo driver appeared to load us into the car and go pick up the Kramers as we drove through the darkness which was almost dark in the car as well as the driver provided us with some unique memories by not knowing how to turn on the lights and not having enough money (or E-Z-Pass) for the tolls. But we did get to the airport and celebrated passing security by stopping for coffee before boarding the plane where I took this self portrait and this picture of Suzanne as we headed off and my meal looked better than Suzanne's even in good light though both benefited from being buried. Before we knew it, we were looking down on San Juan and stretching the wing because the runway was approaching for our landing and we found ourselves in the air terminal where this map told us where we might go as the American Airlines gate told us how we'd get there though we'd have time to explore the shops and walk the corridors into and out of yet another shop as I paused for a self portrait and a profile and another try while Suzanne and Peter found a champagne at a good price before we made our way to Domino's pizza where the individual pan pies were waiting but the service was painfully slow though we did get back to Seva and Suzanne so that Peter and I could enjoy our water and pizza before heading back through the gate to boarding even as our luggage got on the front of the plane for the hop to Beef Island Airport. The view looked good as we got off the plane at the airport building and took the requisite picture of the airport sign even as our plane was being refueled and we waited in line for immigration and then customs before this woman got us ready to check out the local license plates as our car was being brought forth to ferry us around the island.

On the trip to the hotel, I proved that a flash doesn't work through a car window as I tried to capture images of the Xmas directions at the rotary but instead ... At the hotel, the desk clerk checked us in but then posed for a better picture so that we could get to our room and I could notice that we overlooked the pool as I tried to place myself in the room which had nice space and a semi-functional bathroom even as Suzanne rested while we waited for dinner.

Dinner began with the clinking of glasses of the drink they called the painkiller which amused Suzanne and Seva and me as I admired the plates and ate my salad as Suzanne had her fish and the coffee closed the meal as we wandered off to see our first palm tree of the trip and viewed the lap lanes in the pool.