after exploring old san juan on foot for a little bit,
per the boys request, we started off the day at the san juan fort.
the views were beautiful and it was pretty cool i suppose...
maybe i'm just debbie downer on the fort cuz multiple couples, including daw and i,
got in "disagreements" while we were there and most of us were a little grumpy.
i'm blaming it on the fact that it was about a million degrees with 1000% humidity.
^ note in the picture above how NONE of us are standing by our spouses,
as we watch some puerto rican man catch crabs on the beach below us.
however we finally made it to a beach (after waiting an hour for the only free bus on the island…
and you can imagine how that helped everyone's moods).
after everyone cooled off in the water, everyone was able to kiss and make up.
we ended up staying on the beach for a little longer than planned
because daw and i were in the water having nicole take the above ^ picture,
and in spite of ryan yelling at the top of his lungs for us ("NICOLE!"),
we somehow missed the free bus (which as you remember, only comes once an hour).
and it's obvious that the picture isn't that great so it definitely wasn't worth it.
so we stayed and hung out a while longer snapping some pics of course, chatting,
and waiting… and waiting… and waiting…
soon it was getting close to when we were supposed to be back to the ship,
and there was no bus in sight.
there were some men sitting around in lawn chairs by us and we asked them if they knew anything about the bus.
they said it should be here but they had no idea when, but one of the guys offered to drive all of us for a bargain.
we discussed it as a group… and decided to go for it.
what came next was one of the hilarious 30 minutes of my life.
6 of us (you can't see dawson or winston cuz we are sitting on them), all of our luggage, and edgar.
to say we were back heavy would be an understatement.
the car was screeching, grinding, and whining the WHOLE drive back.
i was extremely concerned about the car blowing up but dawson assured me it wouldn't.
but i could tell he was a little nervous when ed made the decision to get on a freeway.
nikki tay was speaking her espanole to sweaty edgar the whole way.
"gracias chico ed!" "si si, loco americanos!" "ed, let's fiesta!"
you wouldn't have known that the girl hadn't taken a spanish class in her life.
by some miracle, we made it back to the carnival glory without any parts falling out of the car.
however, i don't know if chico ed's nissan will ever be the same.
gracias chico ed for providing us with one of the funniest experiences of our lives!