We arrived with little consequence other than Adam not knowing what his duffle bag looked like as it rode 'round and 'round on the baggage claim belt. We didn't do much the first day other than hang out and drink while details were sorted and crises were averted. My first impression of the driving here is that the concept of the social contract seems rather loose. The best way to describe the highways is as a manifestation of tragedy of the commons. Instead of using rules to make things smoother and safer for everyone, each driver seems to select his speed and movements with no regard to the actions and positions of other drivers. At least they mostly pay attention to lights and signs.
Thursday we went to a nice remote beach on the southwestern tip of the island. Unfortunately it was a college holiday so the beach was not quite its usual emptiness. More unfortunately, we took off our shoes to prepare for a muddy trek only to instead take a dry concrete path, halfway along which, better judgement kicked in and we went back for our shoes. Enter the aforementioned second degree burns. Later, I got a sympathetic look from a guy with a walker.
Friday we dove at the Figure Eight in San Juan. We were out for just over an hour and spent much of the time feeding fish and playing with some various critters. I saw one of my favoite black with blue spots and yellow tail fishies too. Photos of the ordeal to come soon.
Friday night one of my feet was hurting really badly, so I consulted with my private burn unit (aka, the MDs among the wedding attendees). Effectively, I got handed a leatherman and told to stop being a weenie and go cut off the blisters and then apply antibiotic cream. I spent the most emo hour ever cutting up my feet and, quite possibly, experiencing mild shock. I am officially exempted from wearing dress shoes to the wedding.
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