It is not clear whether Al Qaeda has yet to hear of Puerto Rico or the other way around,but it makes for very relaxed air travel. Yesterday, the Crone travelled to Vieques via airlink from San Juan. Here they have no truck with the TSA. We turn up and hand over our bags. We packed them ourselves, but nobody cares. There are no tickets. At the appointed hour a young man and shorts and a Hawaiian shirt says ” Thomas, Joseph,Elizabeth, come on, let’s go. ” He uses our ‘Sunday names’ because we did, intimidated into formality by all our previous encounters with airlines. The only tricky moment comes when they ask each of us our weight, prior to assigning the seating. Will the Crone fail to make it past the pork police? Phew. “Elizabeth, put your bag in the back and take seat 6 ”
30 minutes later, we are in our battered rental Ford Explorer and heading for Esperanza. The good times begin to roll…
Today, we visit the Supermercado and stop for a beer.
The barman has everything to hand.The lysol is nestled beside the rum, the alka seltzer is adjacent to the Snickers bars and lighters, and the place is still decorated for St Valentine’s day.
The picture above doesn’t really capture its essential essence. It’s an absolute tip. At first sight, it doesn’t necessarily seem that the Bar Plaza is designed for romance, but what do you know–the Crone found a hot date. Gotta love a man who can dance.