Saturday, February 6, 2016

Friday, February 5, 2016

Swimming beach

Jim's view from his spot in the shade where he sat and read while I swam.

Sun Beach and Bay from Cayo de Tierra


Spit from Cayo de Tierra


Vieques horses

Horses run wild all over Vieques.  Apparently they are not actually wild, but allowed to wander.  This crew came towards me when I started to take their picture.  I was startled and envisioned monkeys in India.  When I backed up they walked away,

Puerto Mosquito

Fortuitously the outfit that I booked our tour of Bio Bay had an office just 2 doors down.  We arranged to meet our ride at 5:45 pm.  Puerto Mosquito or Bio Bay has the ideal conditions for Pyrodium bahamense, organisms that produce light when agitated at night.  
There were 35 people in our group.  The two couples we introduced ourselves to were both from Illinois (Where are you from? "Chicago. . . Well we just moved to New Lenox from Evanston"; "Peoria- we pay your taxes.").
We outfitted ourselves with life jackets and were trained on kayaking. Then we were loaded on vans and driven on a rough road to the bay.
 It was Jim's first kayak outing.  Luckily the kayaks were open and quite stable. 
The night was partly cloudy, so we could see the stars and the luminescence. 
 It was fabulous. As you paddled, you left ribbons of light in the water. If you cupped water in your hand, your hand sparkled.  We were out for nearly two hours.
No mishaps.  Jim did well.  He was the oldest by far, and did better than some. The only difficulty was getting him into and out of the kayak.  I told the guide he was 77.  A little later he whispered, you could have said 78.
However, this morning Jim is laying on his bed moaning!

Breakfast on the balcony

Our room has a balcony looking (over the road) to the water.  We breakfasted on fruit, coffee and sweet breads.  This is Jim reliving his experience kayaking last night.

View from the guest house

Esperanza is on the south coast of Vieques.  It puts in mind some of the beach towns we stayed at In the '70's.  No high rise hotels, just a quarter mile of restaurants and shops, on the main road, which goes along the water. Our guest house is above a restaurant that could be straight out of a Joni Mitchell album. 

Esperanza

Having failed at securing a rental car, at the Avis office, we grabbed a jitney, a rather new Jeep,which dropped us off at our accommodations, The Flamboyan Guest House, in Esperanza.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Arrived

Smooth departure from Vista Homes.  No time to even post arrival in Tampa.  Hotel in Condado.  Lovely Puerto Rican dinner: skirt steak, Arroz con gandules