Not to get skippy or anything, but this had to be the most non-day one could imagine. I mean, why even talk about it. My fingers are going numb just even contemplating having to type out a routine of a routine. Not that it wasn't bad, but how many times can you get up, go to breakfast, lay in the sun, drink a few beers, eat dinner at the same restaurant before you start to feel like Truman in Ground Hogs Day. So, there it is, we did all that. But one could tell the degree of episodes as you watch Alexa's sunburn turn hotter. Although, for some reason it may have started to turn to the brown side. Couldn't tell really. I was peering down trying to get some coding done on the Vino app. That was some cathartic time spent on my behalf.
But the realization was truly forming that this would be the last day in Puerto Rico. Come tomorrow we would get up and part ways. Alexa, back to NYC to continue conquering the world in accounting. Sandra and I will begin the "Sailing" part of our sailing trip. For those of us going to BVI’s, our vacation was at the halfway point.
Tomorrow the scenery changes.