For much of the ride, I was blinking back tears, tears of sadness that my sisters were leaving me! Seriously! I really didn't want to see them go. Being in a foreign place made me embrace familiarity more so. True, I had Mae with me, but it's still not the same. They are my sisters, two people I've shared so much with, and now, they were leaving me. I wanted to go home with them. Screw San Juan. I would rather be with my sisters. I know. I'm such a little cry baby. But I wasn't really going to go home with them... We said good-bye to them at the airport, and now we were on our way to Numero Uno Guest House in San Juan.
We went around in circles. Our driver stopped numerous people, asking them if they knew where _blank street is (I forgot the street name). We were pointed the wrong way at times, but most people couldn't offer any direction. Finally, after much circling around, we had arrived to our guest house at last. This place was a-w-e-s-o-m-e. It sat right on the beach, with a full view of the sun when it touches down onto the Caribbean Sea. Amazing.
Mae and I didn't waste any time hanging around our inn. We wanted to see San Juan! Within an hour, we were in Old San Juan, the heart of it all, surrounded by colorful, ornate buildings and cobblestone streets. It was so beautiful, a very different vibe from Vieques. Vieques was lovely! Don't get me wrong. It's just that after several days of leisurely island life, it's nice to pick things up a bit and be closer to civilization.
The first item on our agenda was to eat. We found a nice restaurant with street-side tables alongside a little plaza. Once again, I ordered mofongo, with crab. While eating this meal, I realized I really don't like mofongo. It's too starchy and sweet. By this time, I was really craving plain old steamed rice.
After lunch, we wanted to immerse ourselves in Puerto Rican culture and history. We decided on visiting El Morro, one of the two fortresses sitting on the edges of Old San Juan. As we made our way to this historical landmark, I snapped quite a few photos of the surrounding architecture, trying to capture the charm of this part of town. I really didn't do it justice, but here are a couple:
El Morro seemed to be steeped in history, but we couldn't truly get an appreciation for it as we arrived half an hour before it closed, and the grounds were pretty spread out. We would speed walk through passageways, run up and down narrow spiral staircases, race from one turret to another... all the while, snapping away like a madwoman. Needless to say, I didn't really get anything nice, but here's a little taste of El Morro...
The lawn leading up to El Morro's entrance. 
The narrow spiral staircase in one of the turrets.
An old pile of cannonballs. 
Half an hour, after numerous announcements that the fortress' visiting hours were coming to an end, we finally made our way back to the entrance. We took our time strolling across the vast lawn, taking in the cool air as evening approached.
Before heading back to Numero Uno, we had to grab some dinner. We settled on a restaurant close to our taxi drop-off area and with outdoor seating once again, Toro Salao. Mae and I shared a fantastic meal: pineapple and peach sangria, a delicious deep fried appetizer of some sort, and a mushroom, spinach, and bacon pizza. The pizza was sooooo good.
Our table offered a lot of people watching opportunities. We observed really bad karaoke coming from a nearby bar, a man creating works of art with leaves, people dancing to a live band... There was no time to linger and soak in this carefree San Juan lifestyle though. We needed to head back and get plenty of rest to prepare for tomorrow's adventures.
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