I got off of work at 0600. Shit, shower, and shave. Pop a Xanax. Then off to Nashville Int'l Airport. Curbside check-in, a quick TSA raping and I was on my way... to Atlanta because whether you go to heaven or hell, if you're flying Delta, you'll get there through Atlanta. A bigger jet and two time zones later, I was touching down in San Juan. Coincidentally, I arrived the same time as Mr. Eric Scott. So we were able to go halvsies on a cab (or as it's known in San Juan, a near death experience). After arriving in one piece and kissing the ground, we checked into what was to be our home for the next five nights. The Hotel Milano. A quaint, clean, affordable hotel in the heart of Old San Juan. But with so much to do, a hotel is really nothing more than a place to wash up and sleep.
Eric and I, both being photographers, decided to start shooting the city as soon as we were settled in.
Some photos are viewable at my flickr site here or my web album here.
We met up with the rest of the group at 1900 for an orientation of the weeks activities and a rooftop reception at Mike's. Our gracious nocturnal host's apartment's roof offers a 360 degree view of Old San Juan as well as across the harbor to San Juan proper and the Atlantic Ocean. An open bar of locally brewed Medalla beer and Don Q rum was enjoyed by all while conversation flowed and acquaintances were made.
Joshua, Lauren, and Al(Doc) had arrived earlier in the week and spent the previous night in Mike's company. That night they had seen some strange lights in the sky. Since airplanes are constantly making their final approaches in the immediate area and with Doc being a pilot himself, I find it unlikely that they simply misidentified a plane. What I do know is that the first night that I spent on Mike's roof, there was what appeared to be a shooting star that decided to make a few sharp turns before departing in an upward angle during it's 3-5 second trek across the night sky above the ocean. I can honestly say that I've never seen anything like it. I found it to be the perfect start to a week spent exploring the unexplained at the southernmost corner of the Bermuda Triangle.
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