Day 9 – Sunday
Trevor’s dinner restaurant recommendation turned out to be a shack on the beach. We met two US government employees there who were enjoying our tax dollars at the bar. After an unremarkable dinner, the excitement started. Pulling out of the dirt parking lot, we noticed we had a flat tire. Numerous calls to roadside assistance resulted in unfulfilled promises of help that never materialized. Luckily we got help from fellow diners and in 15 minutes put on a donut spare and drove to Ola Lola. Fortunately, we were not far away from Aguadilla airport, which has an Enterprise office so we drove there in the morning and got a new car.
Trevor’s dinner restaurant recommendation turned out to be a shack on the beach. We met two US government employees there who were enjoying our tax dollars at the bar. After an unremarkable dinner, the excitement started. Pulling out of the dirt parking lot, we noticed we had a flat tire. Numerous calls to roadside assistance resulted in unfulfilled promises of help that never materialized. Luckily we got help from fellow diners and in 15 minutes put on a donut spare and drove to Ola Lola. Fortunately, we were not far away from Aguadilla airport, which has an Enterprise office so we drove there in the morning and got a new car.
The drive to San Juan was uneventful. Our hotel is an old convent built in 1651 and converted to a hotel in 1959 by Woolworth. It’s really beautiful. Old San Juan is the oldest part of the city, located on the tip of a peninsular and filled with pastel-colored buildings along narrow cobble-stoned streets. Very picturesque. It is surrounded by fortifications dating back to the 16th century. Its military history is fascinating. The fortifications were used by the Spanish to defend the city from the invading British, Dutch and Americans.
The evening traffic is unbelievable with never ending lines of cars. We were told that Sunday is the biggest party night for Puerto Ricans, and it certainly looks like it is here.
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