“Did you just lick my neck?” And other travel adventures

The first day of vacation! That eagerly anticipated, almost magical, day that anyone going on a trip looks forward to. Ours began very early when my alarm buzzed at 1:15 a.m. Booking the early flight from New Orleans seemed like a great idea several months before, but now I was doubting my decision. Spending the night before the flight was out of the question because of my nephews graduation last night. And having done that before, I know it can be more hassle and expense than it’s worth. So with 3 hours of sleep to my credit, I hopped out of bed and concentrated on the fun we would be having very soon. Getting everyone else out of the bed was surprisingly easy, thanks to what the day had in store for us. Our planned departure time was 2:15 a.m. and we hit our first snag at 2:05. Christian was trying to fit our considerable luggage into the trunk of my hybrid. I had considered gas mileage but not space, and there was no way it was going to work. A change to Mallory’s small SUV cost us about 10 minutes. I drove the first hour of the trip and then Christian took over. We were both more alert than we would have thought possible at this hour. Of course Mallory and Olivia didn’t make to Chrystal Springs before they were sound asleep. Our next snag came as we turned into the New Orleans airport. Our intended parking lot seemed to have been converted to a rental car lot. After a few loops around the airport we ended up parking in the long term parking garage, which would cost us a little more money but we deemed it to be totally worth it to avoid further frustration. We checked in and boarded the Atlanta bound plane at 6:30. The trip was smooth, but we were beginning to feel our lack of sleep. And having had breakfast at 2 a.m., we were also getting hungry. As we stood in the aisle waiting to deplane in Atlanta, I heard Olivia say (in a slightly disgusted voice) “did you just lick my neck?” There are some things you never expect to hear, and this may be in the top 10. But “lovingly” annoying each other is common behavior for my children. When we made it to Atlanta at 8:30 (9:30 eastern time), we decided Mexican for “lunch” sounded perfect. We we killed some time until our next flight with nachos and quesadillas. The San Juan leg of the flight went smoothly and we made it there around 4 p.m. We grabbed a cab to get to our hotel in Old Town. Riding in a cab outside the U.S. is always an adventure. We must have a lot more traffic rules in the US than most of the world. I tried not to watch most of the ride but I did manage to see several near misses anyway. Our driver was somehow chatty and helpful with information, directions, and points of interest all while avoiding about 72 wrecks. When we arrived in Old San Juan we were awed by its charm. Rows of colonial style buildings (most connected) on each side of narrow cobblestone streets. We finally found our guest house; we had to enter inside a silver shop. This turns out not to be so unusual, there are apartments and guest house behind and above most of the shops and restaurants lining the streets. After settling in, we set out on foot. We soon found the restaurant recommended by our driver. We dined on authentic Puerto Rican cuisine of chalettta kon kon (translated super giant pork chop) and toranado (steak stuffed with mashed root vegetables and topped with shrimp) and mofongo on the side (plantains fried then mashed with vegetables). It was all delicious. After dinner we walked the crowded streets. We watched people taking comical pictures with a flock of parrots, an artist doing performance art with spray paint, and a young troop of extremely energetic dancers. It was all so festive and so fun, but the long day was seriously wearing on us. We turned in for the evening, looking forward to boarding our ship tomorrow and starting the next adventure!

 

 

Old Town San Juan
Old Town San Juan
Lots of airport time today
Lots of airport time today
Toranado for dinner
Toranado for dinner
Watching the street perfomers
Watching the street perfomers
Our cute guest house
Our cute guest house

Are we “cruise people” or “not cruise people”? Answer: both (& neither)

Both are common statements we’ve heard from friends at home or people we meet on our travels. Some people will eagerly say “oh, we are cruise people, we love cruises” and then there are those who will just as readily say “we’re just NOT cruise people”. The commonality here is that both of these statements seem to carry a little bit of bewilderment that the other group even exists (and what could they possibly be thinking?!). On a positive note, most people love the vacation path they’ve chosen, but that perhaps also makes them a little dubious about the opposite point of view. When asked if we are “cruise people” our answer honestly depends on where we are. If we are engaged in one of the many interesting conversations with the friendly people we meet on a cruise when the question is posed ,we generally become enthusiastic cruisers with only a passing mention of having actually visited tropical locations directly (which our cruise companions seem to find intriguing in a confused sort of way). The prevailing feeling among the passengers seems to be that traveling overnight in some of these countries would be too “risky” or not advised by the powers that be.

On the other hand if we are in a tropical location (where we meet lots of fascinating travelers from all over the world) we make no mention of ever having been on a cruise. If we ever mention that we have visited any certain tropical locale, we are content to have our companion believe we traveled there on our own and not on a given cruise ship. It’s hard to say exactly why we do this, perhaps it’s a feeling among “adventurous” travelers that cruises are inherently uncool and too “safe”. And I easily admit that adventure has been largely commercialized right out of cruises. Add to that the irritation that many of these travelers feel when they are visiting a quiet tropical village and it becomes overrun with tourists for the 8 hours a cruise ship is in port. The changes seen in a sleepy fishing village on the Carribean when a cruise ship first comes to town are not all positive. The ones who benefit from the boost to the economy are not always the local residents who need it most. The cruise industry has created problems for the countries they visit but they have also provided opportunities that would not have existed otherwise. Both groups have valid arguments and we don’t necessarily disagree with either point of view.


The bottom line for us is that there is no other practical way for us to visit so many different islands/ countries as on a cruise. The cruise on which we will embark next week in Puerto Rico will take us to Saint Thomas, Barbados, Saint Lucia, Saint Kitts, and Saint Marteen. We have visited only one of these places before, and I can’t wait to see the others. I think of it as a kind of screening process for places we may want to visit individually in the future. At each place we have planned a dive, a snorkel, kayak trip, beach trip, sightseeing or exploration of one of the towns. We could have more unique experiences in one week than in a month at any given location. And the value for your vacation dollar just can’t be beat since all food, lodging, and entertainment is included in the price. Of course there is nothing quite like staying in a small cabin on the beach and deciding at our leisure whether to spend the day starfish hunting in the kayak or walking the 4 minutes to the local bakery for a treat. Which is why we are staying several extra days in Old San Juan after the cruise ends. We can’t wait to see the old town and hike the waterfalls of El Yunque park and paddle through the lagoon famous for bioluminescent creatures at dusk.


I guess you can see I sway back and forth easily. Really, I have not yet found a reason to limit myself to either travel method. If I can gaze daily at the turquoise waters of the Carribean then I am not so picky how I got there. What we have happily chosen as a limit (for now) is that our final destination be in the Carribean, because we haven’t been able to get enough of it’s beauty. But who knows what the future holds, the world is a big place, and it gets bigger the more you open your mind to the limitless possibilities.