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San Juan, Puerto Rico: Why it Took Us Three Tries to Get off the Island

12/11/2013

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By John Roberts
I'm surprised -- and relieved -- that it hasn't happened more often, especially as much as we travel. Eventually, you're going to have "one of those days" when you show up to the airport for your flight. 

Our trip back to the States from San Juan, Puerto Rico, after our cruise last week, however, turned into "three of those days." 

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CMac on Day 2: another spell at the counter. This time, she got us switched from Delta to a US Airways flight to Philadelphia. That flight also would not take off.
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We had plans to return to New Jersey on Saturday, but ultimately got home on Monday after a series of unfortunate events. All was going as planned, and we actually were off the island and on our way after our 3 p.m. flight took off as planned. But things took a strange twist about 45 minutes en route, and just as I was getting to the climax of my in-flight movie "Pain and Gain." It's a safe bet that I won't ever be viewing the end of that cinematic masterpiece. 

CMac had started to feel ill the night before, and we surmise she had a case of food poisoning. She spent the morning trying to rest and calm her stomach. We were among the last people off the ship, Celebrity Summit, because we were in no rush to get to the airport that morning and our plans to walk around Old San Juan had been scuttled by the rains -- and her grumpy tummy. 

Colleen was unable to eat much but otherwise remained hopeful that she could hold it together while we made the 3.5-hour Delta flight back. But the captain came over the PA and said there was something wrong with the cabin pressure and we would be returning to San Juan.  

That didn't help Colleen or her stomach -- hello barf bag (no one noticed, I think). 

I started wondering whether this mechanical issue was something to worry about: "Well, planes go down. I guess this might be happening."  Then, "Nah, we'll be all right." 

I thought it would be a glitch that would get checked out and that we could take off again not long after landing (the captain said he wasn't sure why the warning light came on and that we would be turning around to be safe). 

However, the plane was gonna need some testing and eventually a new part, so we were going to be evacuating the plane and working on new travel arrangements. "Oh well, it happens," we allowed at this point. 

Thus started our nights and days of standing in lines and waiting. As you know, we didn't make it out that night or the following day (the massive snows in the Northeast). The mechanical issue, plus the snow storm conspired to keep us in Puerto Rico for about 44 extra hours. But our own choices on travel options also seemed to work against us a couple times.  

We decided not to take an 8:45 p.m. Delta flight to JFK, where we would connect to Philly and eventually drive home. We had been up since 6 a.m. and thought it would be best to start again fresh on the 8 a.m. flight. Delta also offered a few meal vouchers and paid for the night at the San Juan Airport Hotel, which provided toothbrushes and toothpaste (we snagged two; that proved to be fortunate, as it turns out).

So, we grabbed a mini personal pizza and a water at the Domino's on-site. The food options were scarce and two $6 vouchers didn't go far anyways. Besides, CMac still wasn't hungry. We settled in. I watched a little football, Colleen zonked out right away and we got up early for a continental breakfast at the hotel and walked out to the Delta counter to get our seats. Oh yeah, our 8 a.m. flight was pushed back to 9:30 a.m. Uh-oh. 

We got our boarding passes and headed through TSA security for a second time. "Deja vu," I said to CMac, thinking this ordeal was nearly over. If only I had known. 



That quip wasn't gonna be used again the next day.

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We met all kinds of interesting people while trapped at the airport for two days. Colleen often says my shoulders are a bit bony and uncomfortable to lean on. This colorful traveler sure snuggled right up and found mine comfy enough.
San Juan is wonderful; the people we have met there are so friendly. The city's airport is a dingy mess, though. We were about to spend way more time there than we could ever imagine, and we already were ready to bid it goodbye. 

I'll add here that the employees we dealt with at Delta during our misadventures were pleasing, apologetic and kept all the passengers informed as often as they could. I heard "I'm sorry that this happened to you," several times, from flight crew to gate agents.  

They set up a service cart at the gate area and handed out free drinks and snacks while we tried to work out what was next on the first night our flight was canceled. The pilot even came out to give updates on the progress of repairs as we waited on Sunday (our second try at getting home). I told you the flight was pushed back to 9:30 a.m. I overheard that the part needed for the fix had just been flown in that morning. I was not confident that we would be leaving any time soon. 

The updates on the board brought bad news about every half hour.  

Flight departing 10 a.m. 

Flight departing 10:30 a.m. (passengers groan) 

Flight departing 11:30 a.m. (another pilot update: progress is slow; can't be sure when we'll leave) 

CMac asked the Delta agent to find us a direct flight to Philly on a different line. The agent switched us to a US Airways flight leaving at 3 p.m.  

Good deal. A little bit of certainty. We'll just wait a couple more hours and be on our way, and we won't even have to change planes. Could be a lot worse, we figured. 

We figured right. 

Hmmm. While watching updates of NFL games on the Internet as we waited, we started to notice a lot of mentions of the crazy snow in Philadelphia (and many other places). 

OK, then. 

We board the US Airways flight for our 3 p.m. takeoff, but sit on the tarmac for about two hours. Meanwhile, updates and rumors filter throughout the cabin. 

Philly airport is closed. Flights are landing but no takeoffs. Planes are in holding patterns over that airport awaiting for their turn to land. Cellphones ring and ping with updates that our flight is delayed another half-hour, then one hour.  No, wait, it's gonna take off in 15 minutes.  

Ultimately, we would have been able to land in Philly that night if we had got off the ground. Guess what?  



"We're sorry, but the pilot and crew will not be able to work many more. Their hours are up, and the shift is over," is essentially what the pilot came on the PA to let us know. Everyone off the plane. 

We rolled with the punches pretty well, I think. I mean we were about to be stuck for a second straight night beyond our planned departure day. But it was bizarre watching some of the passengers melt down. The couple right next to me on this flight had no clue that the weather was bad in Philly. The lady was frantic when I told her not to expect to get out of Philadelphia IF we even take off from Puerto Rico to go there. She and her husband were on their way to Pittsburgh. She broke down weeping when the flight out of San Juan was canceled that night. "What do we do, what do we do?" she asked her husband.

A US Airways gate agent quickly came over the PA to let us know that "because of weather, the flight was canceled." Umm, that's not what we all heard. That cover-your-ass announcement was meant to let us know that US Airways would not be giving out vouchers or helping us with our hotel arrangements.  

PictureMore lines, this time at the clusterbleep of a US Airways counter, as CMac tries to get details of our third flight.
We understand that US Airways probably had no obligation to make certain payments for the flight's cancellation, but the workers at the airport really failed to make any efforts to communicate with the throng of passengers what was next as far as getting rebooked on a new flight the next day, etc. We had to scurry around the airport to find a counter that had an employee who could help.  

There were basically three or four US Airways workers handling a line of 250 passengers. One handling the rebookings and two others standing near the front of the queue to make sure people knew where the line was and that there would be no cutting. 

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Colleen dialed the airline's 800 number while we waited in line. She got a representative on the line after 65 minutes (I know, it was a crazy night) and learned that we already had been confirmed on an 11 a.m. flight for Monday -- as had everyone else, which meant nobody had to be standing in line. 

The three employees acting as hall monitors at the airport could have simply strolled up and down the line once and let us know that and we would have been out of there in 10 minutes. Meanwhile, the airport hotel was sold out (I waited in line, at right, before discovering this), so we made a call and booked a nice room and the Hampton Inn (they welcomed us with cookies and hot chocolate; finally something goes right!). 

It was 7 p.m. on a nice warm Sunday night, so we decided to make the best of it. My thinking was that it's a chance to have a nice dinner date with the wife and watch a little football and enjoy a beer. It was 80 in San Juan; why do we want to rush home to the Northeast, which under a blanket of snow and ice? 

Another night's sleep and we awoke ready to give it another try. 

We arrived back at the airport ...
Back through security and bag screening a third time without a hitch. 
Another wait at the gate: check. 
Boarded the plane: been here before. 

Down the runway, and up into the air: We're ahead of where we were Sunday, I thought. Now, 45 minutes into the flight, I knew we were actually heading home. 

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This is right before we learned we would have to get off our second attempted flight and stay another night. CMac is not happpy. But, there would be cookies at our hotel! All is well that ends well.
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Best Way to Spend a Day in San Juan, Puerto Rico

12/1/2013

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By John Roberts
  
It was wonderful to get back to San Juan for the second time this year. The largest city in Puerto Rico also serves as its capital. We love it for its tropical climate, vibrant people and because we have friends here who can serve as our tour guides when we drop in. (Thanks, Sari and Aaron.)

I've discovered some activities that you can do to have the best day trip in San Juan.

Try these delights on this beautiful island.

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Check out the ancient forts. The National Park Service oversees gorgeous battlements that line the coast and helped make the city the "Gibraltar of the Caribbean." 
Hike around Castillo de San Cristobal or Castillo San Felipe de Morro (at left) and you'll find great views of the ocean while learning about the history fending off invasions and in the Spanish-American War.

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Beisbol history abounds! Puerto Rico owns a deep and storied history of professional baseball. We took in a game between the Ponce Lions and Santurce Crabbers (Cangrejeros), the home team that plays at famed Hiram Bithorn Stadium right in San Juan.

The Crabbers are 12-time champions, the most in history of Puerto Rican pro ball, and rosters have included Hall of Famers such as Roberto Clemente, Satchel Paige, Orlando Cepeda, Willie Mays and Josh Gibson.

Tickets are just $5, and the energy was fun -- music plays over the PA system all night long, even while play is ongoing in the field -- despite there being just more than 500 fans at the game we saw.


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Fantastic food. We dove into a great, inexpensive meal at Defelice Pizzeria Restaurant. The four of us stuffed our gullets and left with enough for a couple leftover meals. Calzones, salads, bread, soup, lamb, seafood and cannelone -- all for $50. Dang, that was good eatin'!

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A flavor to savor. Here is the beer portion of our review.
This visit we tried Medalla Light, an award-winner in the light beer category.  
You also might like Magna, and Presidente is also very popular. This clean, crisp honey-colored brew is Puerto Rico's top-selling light beer and has won a range of awards in global beer competitions, including the Monde Selection in Brussels and at the North American Beer Awards and Australian International Beer Awards.

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Our Cruise on Royal Caribbean's Enchantment of the Seas

4/13/2013

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What a way to kick off my reunion with the wife and set up the next phase of my life: a 12-day cruise to the Southern Caribbean.

Seven months apart while she settled in to her new job and while I said my drawn-out bye to my newspaper career was difficult but no doubt the right choice for our goals.

Now that we have endured, we are fully under way in our lifestyle that will involve plenty of travel and other adventures.

I plan to document most of it here. You’re always welcome along as a way to keep in touch.

After a wonderful sendoff in Norfolk, I drove to Baltimore to meet with Colleen who Amtrakked down from Jersey. We consolidated our travel items over the weekend, caught up after a three-week period apart and got on Royal Caribbean’s Enchantment of the Seas on April 1, a Monday. After a bit of car trouble and a bout with the flu in Norfolk during my final two weeks there, I was ready for a relaxing warm-weather destination. 

Bonus: Cuse made the Final Four, and we get to watch the Orange during the big event while onboard.

After three days sailing south, we would begin a run of six ports in six days.

First stop: Labadee, Haiti
The water was a little cloudy and the fish small, but the island provided a great chance to knock off some snorkeling rust after the long winter.

We hit six ports in six days. The itinerary kept us busy, but afternoon naps helped keep us refreshed. Add this to the growing list of signs that I realize I’m getting older: I really need a daily nap.
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Port 2: San Juan, Puerto Rico
This big old city offered a great chance to get out and about for some exploring, as we had no firm plans for the day while we waited for former Utica Observer-Dispatch colleague Aaron Christiana to get off work from his shift at his new job, editing a paper here. We had not seen Aaron for more than 11 years, so this port of call was very fortuitous. While we waited, we explored the city, enjoyed some local beers and toured a castle. However, our time with Aaron and his son Isaiah – already 12, wow! – was far too brief. We were able to grab a quick snack and some more beers. We will be back in November for a longer stay, so we’ll have another chance soon to fully catch up.

The Christopher Columbus Statue.
Old San Juan Food Court.
The Castillo de San Cristóbal.
Just like the good ole O-D days.
Port 3: St. Thomas
This is the lone port where we had previously visited. This time, we ventured to a new (to us) beach (Sapphire Beach) and got in some more snorkeling. This was much better, with tons of fish. Vacation was fully under way, now. I know this because I completely forgot what day it was and let slip from my mind that Syracuse was playing in the Final Four that evening.

Oh, that. Yeah, we had a good time watching both games poolside on the big screen, and I wasn’t even that perturbed at how the refs mucked up the end of the loss to Michigan. 

Port 4: St. Maarten/St. Martin
We blasted through both the Dutch and French sides of this island on a speed boat excursion that I forever will dub “The Spine Tingler.” Let’s just say the pace of the ride back to port after the snorkeling excursion was one helluva ride! What a fun day. We hit three snorkeling spots, had a great lunch and all the beers we could want. Saw hawksbill turtles, starfish and loads of other fish, including some extremely hungry and friendly little buggers that took a liking to a swimming CMac (see video). The island is great and now on the list of definite must-come-back-agains.

Port 5: Antigua
Snorkeling! Notice a theme? CMac loves her water time. Another great day, this time on a catamaran – with a canopy. Phew. My back needed a break from the bouncing and our skin a break from all the sun. Learned about a lot of the ecology of the island, swam out to Hell’s Gate for a hike up and over that bridge, surveyed a huge reef, visited a few beaches, had lunch and rum punch. What else could ya want?

Much better ride a day after the speed boat.
Hell's Gate
A quick hike.
Saw these cuties waiting for their mom outside a shop.
Port 6: Tortola
This marks six days in a row of waking up in a new port, and after so much sun and water, we decided to take it easy in Tortola. CMac’s skin was a little burned and itchy in spots, and my bald dome also needed a break. A leisurely stroll around the town for some shopping netted a nice swimsuit cover-up for Colls. We also grabbed a few postcards and were set for the three days at sea for the return to Baltimore.

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After a stroll through town, we found a view of the ship from the far side of the port.
Heading home
More trivia: We won quite a haul of prizes, some not too bad either, winning competitions focusing on topics ranging from 70s music to bar drinks to sports to a “Millionaire” style event.

Beer: Cozied up to the bar and met a whole lotta folks from all over the world and scored some free drinks from our super-cool bartenders, too.

Hit the gym daily: Had to earn the daily meals and desserts, ya know.

Nap time: See above. These daily snoozes are glorious, I tell ya.

Thanks for reading. Stay in touch. Next dispatches will be from our life together in Pennington.
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