After an interesting experience to get here, The Spouse is teaching me the art of “chillaxin’.”

Airplane took off for San Juan, then after about an hour, declared an emergency and landed in Orlando. The only thing we were told was…

…”there was an engine problem.”

So there we were, dumped in a dumpy airport. But our airline made good and provided a replacement aircraft. Flight departed 7 hours later, and we arrived in San Juan much later than expected.

We decided to stay in San Juan for the night and then drive to Western Puerto Rico in the morning when I could see where I was going better.

Here we are, in Western Puerto Rico, lovin’ every minute of vamos pa’ la playa (except for the obnoxious drunk mainland tourists that we are avoiding.)

Life is short: chill!