Old San Juan

unfortunately for me, this morning’s sunrise heralded a bit of rain. Not one to believe the evidence of my eyes, once I was clear of the frolic and detour that was immigration I headed out to walk along the sea path.


Starting at the beginning and

Hiking all the way to the end on the far side of the fort. Did I mention that once you are past the old gate there are no turn-offs? How about a complete lack of shelter unless you are the size of one of the multitudes of feral cats whom seem to have fared just fine inspite of hurricanes ?  I thought not.

It rained. Skies opened up. I got more than a bit wet.

Umbrella?  Didn’t bring one on the trip  Rain Jacket? Back in the cabin.


Slippery paving stoned streets aside

I managed to wind my way through the old town and back toward the ship.

Given the demonstrated lack of ability to facilitate an orderly and timely boarding of passengers it didn’t surprise me in the least to be in line for 40 minutes to get back on the ship. One gangway for both disembarking and returning passengers. Not a small ship. Wet, metal inclined surface.

It wasn’t pretty.

At least I was completely dried out.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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