Vacation Recap Part I: San Juan

Normally I don't do a day-by-day recap of my vacation, but doing so in this case serves a dual purpose: (a) helping me to remember it for when I go back, WHICH I WILL. (b) convincing you all to come with me when I do (we're going to rent a giant house and eat coconuts for breakfast. Think beach week TIMES A MILLION).

We arrived in San Juan at noonish on Wednesday (easy trip! Three-point-five hour straight shot from Dulles) and checked into the Da House, right in the middle of Old City. We immediately moved on to more important business: there are a number of forts in San Juan, and they were loudly imploring us to EXPLOOOORE US! DOOOO IT NOW! Who were we to deny their forty exhortations? They have cannons, after all.

The rest of the day was a blur of forts, sun, mofongo, and of course rum-based drinks. However, although rum is delicious, the alcohol focus of the trip turned out to be on Medalla, a Puerto Rican beer that I would argue compares favorably to our American light beers.

Our plane for Vieques left in the early afternoon on Thursday, so we spent the morning looking for feral cats. Because you can get a pina colada anywhere, but where other than Puerto Rico can you wander across cats hiding picturesquely in bushes and leaping down from old fort walls? I caught four especially adorable specimens on film.