It was a villa:
We headed back down the hill to the pool.
It was a really nice lagoon style pool.
We swam, and lounged. We went and saw the tropical bird cage. Then checked out.
We got an icee drink and got litte things for our friends and family.
Many of the places had tons of this deep fried mess:
I don’t know what this one was called, but it was a mashed potato wad, with ground beef in the middle, deep fried. Yum. It was the cheapest way to get potatoes. A gallon of milk was $6 and we tried to buy a baked potato at Dino’s, and it was $7.
The tripple patty chicken parm, was one of Karl’s most favorite!
Also this little number called the tripleta. It has ham, bacon, and steak.
As the election day came around, and we kept getting caught in rally’s on the road. There was this sign, that I was super curious about. I found out when I got home, after election day, that it was a vote to see what the people of PR wanted as far as becoming the next US state.
These people were against it.
Before we went up to the Light house, we changed Mirah’s diaper, on a park bench. This was just one of many odd places that we changed her diaper during the trip.
Other places included:
1. On our laps on the air plane.
2. On a ferry
3. On a seat in fornt of a bunch of a bunch of people in the terminal.
4. On the beach, while one held the other put the diaper on.
I nursed in just as many crazy places. Including:
1. In a restaurant
2. On the edge of a boat.
3. On the beach with no cover.
I guess I am over it.
The place was had ac, which we usually would enjoy, but we were still soaked from getting caught in the rain!
Mirah was the first to be really bothered by it. So I wrapped her in a scarf. Then she got hungry. We were alone in that part of the restaurant, so I did it, I fed her.
She did a little better once she was fed.
She was entranced by this man.