Back in the USA, well close

We made it to San Juan. It was a 45 hour trip and about 200 knots and Max held it the whole way. He has been pooping ever since. There really aren’t many good anchorages on the north shore of Puerto Rico and we had such good weather for sailing that we just kept going.

I told Karen she is a real sailor now. Since we left we’ve been to three countries and past hundreds of islands and now we come back to US territory. She has stood many watches in the middle of the night by herself.  We got ready for two different hurricanes, although they never hit us, she has seen eight different water spouts. We have surfed into lagoons pushed by ten foot waves and through it all Karen only lost her cool once. That is a true sailor and I’m very proud of her.

I also feel more like a real sailor.

San Juan is a great place, Karen and I have been here many times and we just love the place.

We went for dinner in Old San Juan last night. At a place we always go to, Sofia’s Italian Restaurant. Then we checked out the town. Today we are going to Condado beach with the dogs and just relax. Later we will look for a place to watch the Bronco’s game.

Then tomorrow we will get busy, I will rent a car and we will go to Walmart and West Marine and the Bacardi factory. They have a 30 year old bottle of rum that I want to buy.

That’s all for now.