I'm glad we rented a car, for then we were able to see the Puerto Rico that, I suspect, is much more a reality than the sun-bathed hotels on the ocean.
Once in Fajardo, we scampered over to the ferry bound for Culebra.
|The last ferry.|
- On the mainland, the brochure in the terminal says that the return ferry times are 1 and 5 pm.
- On Culebra, they tell you that it's actually 3 and 7 pm.
- The ferry departed Culebra at 4 pm.
- Although I am not, by nature, a beach person (I'd rather frolic on the sand at night, or go swimming, than lie in the sun for hours), that can change under the right circumstances.
|Flamenco Beach. Unreal.|
Refueled, we made our way over to the Sherman tanker. The beach was once used by the U.S. Navy/Marines for "military exercises," quoth Wikipedia. The guidebook led us to believe that the beach was, in Lena's words, "littered with Sherman tankers." We saw two. But as Matthew pointed out, compared to a normal beach, "littered" works.
And so we frolicked until it was time to wait for the phantom three o'clock ferry.
Tonight on the radio, I caught bits of two stations meshed together. The mash-up of these particular songs was quite wonderful: "Just A Kiss" by Lady Antebellum, promoting chastity, and "Only the Good Die Young," in which our hero Billy Joel does his best to dissuade that Catholic girl.
#286: "Sexy and I Know It," LMFAO
#287: "Diamond Eyes," Deftones
#288: "You've Seen the Butcher," Deftones
#289: "I Would Do Anything For You," Foster the People
#290: "Dreamtime," Sunburns