We woke up to a torrential down pour.
Breakfast was in a local, but very known touristy bakery. It had a feel of a European cafe: tables crammed together, busy atmosphere, music in the background accompanied by a live trumpet player filling the air with soft happy latin music. The place was called Mallorca and the specialty was mallorcas. Sweetish pastry that looked like pancakes, filled with ham, cheeses and eggs, and, covered with confectioners sugar. Delicious.
Back in the hotel we picked up Gloria and started our exploring of the Old San Juan. We took a tram, and rode around a city that is preserved within a 500 year old fort, El Morro. Impossible to capture on camera, but here are a few attempts:
|First view of El Morro and throngs of kite flyers|
|John & Gloria in the central square|
|A look down on the fort's many strategic levels|
|Enjoying the view, and the warm breeze!|
|Look at those trade wind clouds|
|Too many views|
|San Juan is also a big port -- ship using the inlet the fort was built to protect|
|Lots of exercise required for this leg|
|What can I say?|
There is a constant breeze throughout the city, the blue cobblestones (brought as ballast by the Spanish fleet) pave the streets, giving it a unique feel and coloring. We walked for about 4 hours absorbing the history and energy.
|Lovely old neighborhoods|
|I'll take that one!|
|The parties start early in San Juan...|
|And end late!|
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