I noticed that the amaryllis in our kitchen was doing well, so it was time to go to the airport with Suzanne, Peter and Seva and check our bags so that we could head to Krispy Kreme which made Peter and Seva and Suzanne quite happy, maybe because they knew that this would be their meal and this would be mine the remains of which were left for that strange person who would prefer a bagel at 40 degrees to a Krispy Kreme donut a few hours from fresh.

Before we knew it, the plane had landed and Suzanne and Seva were looking for our baggage while Peter was looking for his voice mail because he'd already found the taxi that would take us past Roberto Clemente stadium and through traffic until the driver could pose with Peter in Fajardo where we would eventually catch the ferry. Peter spoke with this policeman and then we got closer to their conversation and thought about some helados while Suzanne surveyed the boats and we wondered what to do with our baggage while recording the obligatory phone booth picture and heading down the street to look into the windows of Jimmy's which was unfortunately closed (for good?) so we brought our bags back to the local cantina at the Hotel Delicioso where Suzanne Peter and Seva admired the table tiles as we watched the waitress make our food. Peter prepared to take a picture of me though the food looked much better. After our meal, Suzanne relaxed by the sea as I recorded the Customs House and these street signs along with a close-up of the Pare sign for someone's collection (I forgot who).

Once on board, Suzanne followed this wisdom as we pulled away from the shore which made her quite happy as Peter was on the lookout for cloud formations I could record as Suzanne phoned home and we watched the wake of the boat analyzing how best to water ski across the waves. The ferry ride proceeded until we started to see land which got closer and closer while Suzanne and Seva wondered how Peter would get our bags off when we hit the shore so that we could have the taxi experience which was too unique to even generate a single photograph. We will have to be contented with memories of how the driver knew where we would be staying regardless of what we told him and of the other passengers laughing at the radio program.

Once at our hotel, Suzanne led the tour of the main room and the bathroom with this signage before the Kramers returned and we headed to dinner with them and us admiring the candle as we had our first rum drinks and found good uses for the flowers they came with. The meal itself was quite good with salad that was not photogenic and Suzanne's fish, mushrooms and greens and Peter's shrimp before the dessert led us to try decorating the table flowers which may or may not have been real. We decided to claim the rental car and call it a day so that we'd be ready the next day to check out beaches.