Moving on...
After just over three weeks in San Juan, tonight we head out for Culebra. We're definitely ready to move on. In fact, we tried to do just that last week. Hopefully this time will go a bit better.
Montezuma Goes for a Sail
Lizz's Mom and Jeffrey flew in December 7th for a week long visit. So nice of them to come and visit. And to lug the 1200 lbs of crap that we had shipped to them. They got off the plane with
about 42 bags, maybe one of which contained the entirety of their belongings. Fortunately neither Customs nor the FAA decided to detain them to explain what sort of perverted BDSM vacation they were headed to with Pepper spray, Bikini wax strips, clothespins, and 100 feet of rope. After a lovely couple days touring Old San Juan (and Costco), we were off to Culebra. Or so we thought. We headed out the inlet into something approximating liquid Hell. Steep 8' seas welcomed us, accompanied by 25-30 knots of wind. We were pounding our brains out. With Culebra 55 miles to windward, we had 100 miles of
this to look forward to. Things really took a turn, though, when Jeffrey - ever the stalwart stoic - turned his head and calmly blew chunks over the side. Moments later, Lizz Sr had to make a mad dash below, where she would spend the rest of the trip incapacitated on the head. We decided that discretion was the better part of valor, turned tail and ran back in. Of course, we would have done that sooner except we had a little engine trouble on the way out and I wasn't thrilled about heading back in between the breakers under sail alone. We did though, and without further incident. Next time I'll make changing the fuel filter a higher priority on my to-do list.
Look at That! (Not you Jeffrey!!)
Since Culebra was out, we opted instead for a rental car and headed west and south to the
mountainous central part of the island. The entire center of the island is rain forest, and beautiful. Jeffrey piloted us through some interesting driving on roads most mountain goats wouldn't have dared tread. Unfortunately he couldn't enjoy all the scenery what with having to keep his eyes glued to the road and all. We spent a lovely night at a nice little spot in the rain forest, toured the radio telescope at Aricebo, and spent another night right on the beach in Rincon on the western coast.
Montezuma Goes for a Sail
Lizz's Mom and Jeffrey flew in December 7th for a week long visit. So nice of them to come and visit. And to lug the 1200 lbs of crap that we had shipped to them. They got off the plane with
about 42 bags, maybe one of which contained the entirety of their belongings. Fortunately neither Customs nor the FAA decided to detain them to explain what sort of perverted BDSM vacation they were headed to with Pepper spray, Bikini wax strips, clothespins, and 100 feet of rope. After a lovely couple days touring Old San Juan (and Costco), we were off to Culebra. Or so we thought. We headed out the inlet into something approximating liquid Hell. Steep 8' seas welcomed us, accompanied by 25-30 knots of wind. We were pounding our brains out. With Culebra 55 miles to windward, we had 100 miles of
this to look forward to. Things really took a turn, though, when Jeffrey - ever the stalwart stoic - turned his head and calmly blew chunks over the side. Moments later, Lizz Sr had to make a mad dash below, where she would spend the rest of the trip incapacitated on the head. We decided that discretion was the better part of valor, turned tail and ran back in. Of course, we would have done that sooner except we had a little engine trouble on the way out and I wasn't thrilled about heading back in between the breakers under sail alone. We did though, and without further incident. Next time I'll make changing the fuel filter a higher priority on my to-do list.Look at That! (Not you Jeffrey!!)
Since Culebra was out, we opted instead for a rental car and headed west and south to the
mountainous central part of the island. The entire center of the island is rain forest, and beautiful. Jeffrey piloted us through some interesting driving on roads most mountain goats wouldn't have dared tread. Unfortunately he couldn't enjoy all the scenery what with having to keep his eyes glued to the road and all. We spent a lovely night at a nice little spot in the rain forest, toured the radio telescope at Aricebo, and spent another night right on the beach in Rincon on the western coast.
posted by Kevin at
2:08 PM
3 Comments:
I heard that Earl the B.P. also got very ill on his way to Culebra. Hope you guys are having fun!
Amanda Hirsch suggested your blog to me and I just wanted to drop a note saying that I'm enjoying both the stories and the writing style. Keep it up.
-Paul
Holiday greetings, young travelers! Just getting caught up on the blog. We enjoyed getting your postcard (it's right up on the wall with the xmas and hannukah cards). Will make more specific comments soon when the babies allow!
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