Having survived the disappearance of the sunglasses and the need to get up at an immorally early hour to leave the house at 515, we said goodbye to Ben who was none too clear
and welcomed the Kramers and Justs who arrived in the dark
as we headed to Philadelphia airport and a parking space in section W2.
The plane boarded quickly and so our only food were these bars
which fit well with the book I was reading
and these drinks of airplane coffee
and diet coke, neither of which could satisfy a needed caffeine addiction or an effort to overcome the effects of little sleep
but 4 hours quickly passed and we found ourselves landing in San Juan
where we were greeted by the Justs
as the Kramers slowly disembarked
and we made our way through the airport
to this food stand
and then downstairs for the wait for Cape Air as Peter rested on one pole
as Sara watched
and Steven (look carefully) rested on another.
We were led to our plane
and boarded
ass we enjoyed the scenery
and Sara wondered what her first ride in a small plane would entail
but we slowly left this plane in the dust
as we flew over land
and sea
until the pilot found the runway
and brought us down
which pleased Sara
as the group posed with Glen, the pilot
and then I did so that we could all remember the way we were when we landed on Vieques.
On the other side of the airport, we met Thom who posed with Suzanne
and then with his sidekick Alberto
as we made our way to the car rental place
where these cars
came to us from Joey at Vieques Car rental.
After a stop at the fruit stand
where I admired cabbage
bananas -- yellow
and green --
various fruits
cantaloupes
yams (or maybe something local)
another unknown vegetable
and tomatoes and red peppers
before we drove up the driveway
to our house where the sunset was reflected in the pool
and seen in the sky
as we say pool
broad view
sky
and moon
before the setting sun
reminded us that Suzanne could make the first round of pina coladas
in our slightly leaky blender
and they were poured (and drunk)
before we made our way into town past El Quenepo (a restaurant for another night)
and to Duffy's
where the menu
led us to have rum drinks
and a Pranqster beer
before our main courses came and we managed our way through then still remembering what it was like to wake up before 5 in the morning.
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and welcomed the Kramers and Justs who arrived in the dark
as we headed to Philadelphia airport and a parking space in section W2.
The plane boarded quickly and so our only food were these bars
which fit well with the book I was reading
and these drinks of airplane coffee
and diet coke, neither of which could satisfy a needed caffeine addiction or an effort to overcome the effects of little sleep
but 4 hours quickly passed and we found ourselves landing in San Juan
where we were greeted by the Justs
as the Kramers slowly disembarked
and we made our way through the airport
to this food stand
and then downstairs for the wait for Cape Air as Peter rested on one pole
as Sara watched
and Steven (look carefully) rested on another.
We were led to our plane
and boarded
ass we enjoyed the scenery
and Sara wondered what her first ride in a small plane would entail
but we slowly left this plane in the dust
as we flew over land
and sea
until the pilot found the runway
and brought us down
which pleased Sara
as the group posed with Glen, the pilot
and then I did so that we could all remember the way we were when we landed on Vieques.
On the other side of the airport, we met Thom who posed with Suzanne
and then with his sidekick Alberto
as we made our way to the car rental place
where these cars
came to us from Joey at Vieques Car rental.
After a stop at the fruit stand
where I admired cabbage
bananas -- yellow
and green --
various fruits
cantaloupes
yams (or maybe something local)
another unknown vegetable
and tomatoes and red peppers
before we drove up the driveway
to our house where the sunset was reflected in the pool
and seen in the sky
as we say pool
broad view
sky
and moon
before the setting sun
reminded us that Suzanne could make the first round of pina coladas
in our slightly leaky blender
and they were poured (and drunk)
before we made our way into town past El Quenepo (a restaurant for another night)
and to Duffy's
where the menu
led us to have rum drinks
and a Pranqster beer
before our main courses came and we managed our way through then still remembering what it was like to wake up before 5 in the morning.
