
If I get going early enough this morning, I thought to myself last night, I will have time to make a couple of beach-related stops along the way. And yet, I'm not feeling too eager to leave. It's actually really hard. Blah driving...give me a break, man, I hardly slept last night. And now you say, yeah, we've heard that excuse a couple times already honey. And I say, whatever dude.
Today is Monday and I leave on Wednesday. Is it too soon to wind down and prepare to go home? Yes, it is too soon. Yesterday for lunch I ate rice and beans at a place called Rice and Beans. I wish everything was that easy.
And now I'm trying to get my car back. I have 2 hours to go about 100 miles. So you can do the math if you want. I found this thing that I expected to be a beach, but it was this rocky cliffy spot with huge waves crashing all over everything. And I sat there and thought, now how will I ever go home?
The drive to San Juan was the least fun I've had this whole trip. It was so hot, and I was so tired, and there seemed to be a slow, steaming hot traffic jam in every single town. Then I got to San Juan, and I think I had sort of psyched myself out beforehand, but it took over an hour of driving around lost before I found the car rental place. It started out kind of funny and got progressively less funny as time wore on. I suck at city driving. I did finally get the car back, in one piece, no less.

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