Well, we are finally on our way. The trip to Dallas was fairly uneventful, and took about 15 hours. It then took 1-1/2 hours to get out of the airport and to our hotel only 10 minutes away. What a massive airport/road/highway system already there and being built. Roads going in all directions, covering a huge area, and seemingly working efficiently. No taxi queue, lots of hotel and car park shuttles constantly circling the airport.
We took a taxi into the city, the West End historic district, and wandered round for a while but it was late so had a drink and a chat at The Old Spaghetti Warehouse before heading back to our hotel. I would have liked to see more of Dallas but it was not to be this time. We finally went to bed for a good night's sleep.
Late to get up we had breakfast then took the 10 am shuttle to the airport for a 12.40 flight. Arrived at San Juan, Puerto Rico at 6 pm to wait for a connecting flight. Finally on the final leg at 9 pm - for 33 minute flight.
A frustrating time waiting to get through Customs and out of the airport then we were met by David, loaded our bags on to a small dinghy and we had arrived. A big party was under way at the hotel on shore with fire grates in the water so we were not sure how much sleep we would get.
Next morning, we sat around relaxing. It was very windy, about 25 knots. We went ashore for provisions and a walk around the 'local ' shops. The rain started and continued all night and day, confining us to the inside of the boat, so after lunch, Nanny naps all round, and a quiet afternoon, happy hour and dinner followed by a DVD. It was good to have a quiet day after the weeks of preparation.
Tuesday, lovely fine day so had breakfast then took off for an island named Marina Cay, a lovely island with some history of a man living like Robinson Crusoe and the house hen lived in. We sat on the sand under an umbrella and had coffee and were chatting to some Americans who invited us to look them up when we are travelling in the USA by campervan. While chatting it transpired that they are somehow related to the Langhorne family who Barry and David are related to. Small world.
We returned to the boat and continued on to North Sound, a spectacular area with coves and reefs and boats! Many huge boats, worth millions, but more than usual as there was a super yacht race here this week. We sat and watched as these big boats were guided into their mooring, too big to do it on their own. The Aga Khan's cruiser was right near us.
