Well I know it's not always entertaining when someone tries to force you to sit through piles of vacation photos like it's just as much fun for you as it is for them... But if you're reading this blog... you must be a glutton for that kind of punishment. That being said and since my Mom doesn't blog and didn't take ONE SINGLE PHOTO of her trip to visit us in Puerto Rico... Lets Hit the ROAD!!
We settled into the slip at The Yacht Club At Palmas del Mar just in time to fetch Mom from the San Juan Airport late evening on Monday.
After unpacking the baggage and seeing the goodies Mom brought us and getting her all dosed up with a Scopolamine Patch (yes, I know we're in a marina... but there WAS a bit of surge...), I think we all got a good night's sleep. So what is the first thing any Cruiser shows their guests who arrive with a rental car? The local Marine Chandleries of course!
|Right across the street!!!|
We hit two and then found the West Marine, where we ordered a new anchor. It seems that we've discovered our 44 lb. Delta must have been damaged in El Derecho
... a fact we didn't notice until walking in front of the boat with it in a marina... (don't judge) So with pressing business out of the way... let's just throw the rest out there.
We kind of ate our way across Puerto Rico. We took off on a driving tour, leaving the main highways (which made our blood pressure skyrocket) we very much enjoyed the twisting, climbing narrow mountain roads.
As we sped by this place
with rumbling tummies, we noticed a large concentration of vehicles parked everywhere they could fit. We decided that this must be a good way to find the Best-Kept-Secret type food establishment. And we were RIGHT!
|The workers labored over open fires beneath huge pots of boiling oil|
We waited patiently in the long line that only got much longer after our timely arrival.... as we got closer to the menu board, we realized that the only word we recognized was taco.
We began to worry. What will we order? We have NO IDEA!!! We started craning our necks to see what other people ordered and a kindly gentleman behind us began telling us what was what. By the time we reached the counter (no english spoken) we were prepared!
|One woman was in charge of stoking the fire|
The long wait only improved our appetites after watching in fascination as the ladies made dish after dish of authentic traditional Puerto Rican foods... All from scratch and cooked over hot fires of burning... wood pallets. Yes... Wood pallets!
|A site NEVER before seen... MY MOTHER standing at a bar window ordering DRINKS!!!|
|Fresh Coconut for the ladies |
|It's an acquired taste... I'm trying to acquire it!|
|This is a taco...|
We ordered a pile of stuff and all shared it. Everything was delicious and nothing other than the coconut was in the least good for us. Good thing we don't have access to this place all the time!
After we gorged ourselves, we waddled across the street (no need to waste a good parking spot) to take a look at the beach.
The waves were crashing in with a brisk wind and it was pretty cloudy, but the beach was still wildly beautiful.
Moving on... The road took us up into the lush green mountains. Continuing on with today's theme... Mom and I both insisted that Bruce stop the car when we passed a remote and obscure bakery.
The tiny towns scattered throughout the mountains almost all seemed to have one. We are learning that they are full of delicate and delicious treasures... We left there with almost one of everything and most were gone before we got back to the boat in the late afternoon.
As readers of my blog know, I love a stroll through a cemetery now and then. I am in search of old gravesite and lovely monuments. I don't know why...
|Convenient graveside seating...|
|A man's grave is his castle?|
|Not sure what this is about...|
But I can hardly pass one by. This one didn't have many very old gravesite, but it did have at least one rather famous inhabitant.
Filiberto Ojeda Rios
- reportedly a player in Puerto Rico's quest for independence. It surprises me that this grave is left alone and that it's out here in some random out of the way little spot. Rest In Peace Filiberto...
|We continued on across mountain streams|
|We could see several huge waterfalls in the distance!|
|The sea in the distance|
We were headed rather aimlessly for the back entrance to El Yunque National Rainforest
. I must tell you that as far as Puerto Rico goes... Google Maps kind of suck. I can't tell you how many times this week we were led to a dead end, the back of a shopping mall, a blocked off or unfinished road... or just somewhere totally OTHER than what we requested... But... at least it gave me a bird's-eye-view of wherever we happened to be and we were able to just wing it on that. It was kind of an adventure and became laughable after many aborted attempts to find a short cut to someplace...
|Towering tree ferns|
Eventually we did find the rainforest park... but this entrance was closed for the season. We had to park the car and hike a short distance in. We were looking for Mina Falls and had no idea if we had found it or not... turns out not. But we found a beautiful and secluded place where we were surrounded by towering tree ferns and stands of wild-growing bamboo. We walked along moist shaded paths and the road took us to a cute little babbling brook where we stopped for a picnic lunch.
|Mountain creek pool|
|Huge fallen leaves littered the forrest|
|Mountain paths into the forrest|
|Lush growth everywhere|
|Beautiful tropical plants|
|Doesn't this look like they're standing under a giant mossy chicken?|
|Flowers growing wild|
|And the tree ferns...|
|I told you it was a big leaf... didn't I?|
|Mother found these snails on the flowers|
|Something about escargot...|
|The closed off road was accessible only on foot|
|I saved this moth from a moth-eating-lizzard|
We had a really peaceful lunch and of course that little babbling brook just begged to be explored. I climbed up it's tiny falls and panned for gold in the little pools... Of course I found nothing but I KNOW with time, I could be rich!
|Check "drinking-from-mountain-stream" off the bucket list!|
|Sifting rocks looking for gold|
|The end of the road for me... Not dressed for climbing|
|A fallen and battered wild orchid... still beautiful|
It was turning out to be one of those days when you just wander around wherever chance takes you... enjoying the beauty around you and appreciating the company. It was very nice having Mother come all this way all by herself to hang out with us. She's our most devoted visitor!
I was fascinated by the fact that we found orchids growing wild. I have tried growing them and failed miserably... This amazes me...
|Frog EGGS! We went in search of a rather vocal frog and found them!|
Moving on... we left the rainforest park and began our descent back to sea level...
Mother wanted to see a beach. We had our swimsuits on... so we went in search. Sometimes you ask and you shall receive... we found this beach suddenly at our feet.
As we walked along we came to a part of the beach that was awash... I didn't know it at the time as we tried to step across what surely must be quicksand... but this is the mouth of the river we've been crossing and re-crossing all day up in the mountains!
|We're big fans of Pinchos!|
|Orchids and razor wire...|
Our days after that became a blur. Mother tried getting off the boat onto the dock without assistance and ended up falling and injuring herself. She skinned up her face, hands and legs, and unknown at the time, chipped a bone in her leg.
This was causing her a considerable amount of pain. She tried to be a sport but after attempting to walk the streets of Old San Juan... she decided to give it a rest and just take the trolley around the town.
We got off at the old fort and walked a bit but it wasn't going to work. Bruce and I have been here before so we just got back on the trolley and rode the rest of the loop.
I think Mother got a pretty good look at the town. Truth be told, there were so many people milling about, I was kind of glad to have an excuse to get out of the city!
While searching for a place to have lunch, we passed a man who was selling photos with his colorful birds. My Mother LOVES birds.
|Guy in black is hustling over to stop this bird touching!|
She was drawn to them and began talking to them... one stepped up onto her hand just as the guy came hustling over to put a stop to this unauthorized (unpaid) bird-handling...
He gave us his sales pitch and Mother was hooked. Bruce and I could tell she really wanted to have her pictures with the birds but didn't really want to pay what he asked. We looked at each other and decided that since we had missed her 70th birthday... we would pay for her bird experience as our gift.
|Must have Street Treats!|
We walked a little bit around the waterfront area before retracing our steps to a restaurant near the parking garage...had a nice lunch and went back to the boat to relax and rest for another try tomorrow.
|Tricked out school bus|
|The old wall down by the waterfront|
|Marina staff gave us a ride to the car in the golf cart!|
|Mother noticed cashews growing on the road side...|
The next day Mother's leg was no better. Her face was red and a little puffy and her leg was slightly swelled and painful. Must have done too much walking in OSJ. Still trying not to be a baby about it... we set out to do some more sight seeing...
|They feel waxy/oily and smell heavenly!|
|We drove along the coast road|
This time, we headed the opposite direction. We had passed the Tuna Point Lighthouse
by sea on our way here... I wanted to go back and visit by land.
Mother made it about 100 ft before she turned back. Her leg wasn't having it... So we left her in the car while Bruce and I continued on to the lighthouse point.
It was a nice view but the lighthouse was not open for tours. We basically walked around the outside and returned to the car.
|This is mine. It has my teeth marks from trying to eat the frozen thing!|
Before we got to the car, Bruce and I... well... I decided that we needed to find out what they were selling from the doorway of a nearby home. These people have taken advantage of the fact that hoards of tourists park on their doorstep to go see the lighthouse. They sell Limbers
... frozen juice popsicles in many flavors. They were $1 each for a small frozen cup. We thought we were bringing Mother a treat until we reached the car and found her trying to finish one before we returned...
We laughed and she ate the one we bought for her too!
We continued on along the coast road on our way toward Ponce. This was one of the stops along the southern coast that we did not hit. Seeing it by car would tell us if we should try to return by boat or give it a miss... And it seemed like as good a place to go as any...
|The view was better than the food unfortunately...|
Soon we passed another small off-the-beaten-path restaurant with lots of cars all around... STOP! Must be lunchtime! I'm developing a love of Puerto Rican street food!
We gazed at the goodies under the heat lamp before taking a look at the menu. Bruce ordered chicken but Mom and I picked out some fried goodies from the box out front.
We also ordered two small dishes of Mofongo
. What is this Mofongo that everyone keeps telling us about???
|Very appetizing... NOT|
We have seen it on the menu in almost every restaurant we've visited... Facebook friends keep telling us that we HAVE to try it! So we did!
I'm not going to say that we didn't like this Puerto Rican staple.. but lets just say that after the Limbers and the other fried food we had just eaten... we weren't very hungry anymore... So the Mofongo was left behind... Been-there-done-that...
We never did get as far as Ponce. The road we took up into the mountains was long. We went from roads with two digit names, to roads with three digit names... to roads with four digit names... The number of digits in the name is indicative of the size and condition of the road. The more digits, the more dicey the road.
We passed a small mountain lake... did not know there were lakes up there!
We wound up and up and up...Bruce was having fun, hands gripping the wheel... provoking the occasional squeal from me as we whipped around a hairpin curve with oncoming traffic...
We blew through one tiny town after another... past a big tree...
What? Wait! WHAT??? Go back to that tree! That is the most awesome tree I've ever seen!!!
But Bruce wouldn't stop... we continued on past this town built on the side of a river ravine.
I wonder about the lives of these people living in these little bitty places tucked into the mountainsides. What must it be like to grow up here? I will never know...
We crossed the river just past the houses and the road turned sharply upward. We could hardly maneuver our weak-spirited little rental car around this curve, much less get it to go up that steep hill. Further up we could see that this four digit road turned to dirt.
Bruce balked. He is usually a pretty good sport about most things. Sure, he gets crabby sometimes. Having his mother-in-law come stay with us on a small boat would be enough to make a saint crabby, but Bruce has done pretty well all things considered... but at THIS... he balks! Nope, not going up there.
But Bruce, it's the road home. It goes up over the mountaintop and down the other side. We have to go. Nope. We're turning back...
Well GOOD! Now we can stop and take a closer look at that TREE!!!
I learned afterward that it was a Kapok
tree. We parked on the narrow roadside so that Bruce and I... well... I could go and climb around on this marvelous tree. I think that this tree should be on the Top-Ten-Things-To-Do-In-Puerto-Rico... if only I could tell you where it WAS!!!
How many tree pictures does one need? The world may never know...
|Back through the dozens of little towns|
I'm sad to say I found NO Keebler Elves... but had a blast looking! By this time it was late afternoon and we still had miles to go back to our home... No Ponce for us!
Back at the boat awe all collapsed. Touristing is hard work for people who aren't used to getting out and about much.
By this point Mom was getting pretty tired and sore. Her leg was aching and her whole body was rejecting this mistreatment.
We decided to call an end to our ramblings and just hang out. We did some provisioning and had happy hour at the poolside. No pictures of that for whatever reason... Our time with Mother was coming to a close as was our marina stay. We would take her back to the airport in the morning and leave for parts unknown in the afternoon.
It was a great visit even if we broke my Mother!!! I'm looking forward to next time! Love you Mom! Thanks for coming to see us!