Basic Itinerary



Day 1:
Flight to San Juan

Day 2:
Old San Juan  •  Plaza Colón  •  Plaza de Armas  •  Jardin de la Princesa  •  Raices Fountain  •  San Juan Gate  •  El Morro  •  Plaza del Quinto Centenario  •  Cristo Chapel  •  Castillo San Cristóbal

Day 3:
Old San Juan & Embarkation   •  Cementerio Santa María Magdalena de Pazzis  •  La Perla  •  Plaza Colón  •  Exploring the ship  •  Sail Away Party

Day 4:
St. Thomas  •  Charlotte Amalie  •  Blackbeard´s Castle  •  Drake´s Seat  •  Beacon Point  •  Sapphire Beach  •  Iguanas

Day 5:
Sea Day  •  Lazy Day  •  Formal Night

Day 6:
Barbados  •  Surf Lesson at Freights Bay  •  Bathsheba

Day 7:
St. Lucia  •  Bat Cave  •  Soufrière Volcano Mud Bath  •  Toraille Waterfall  •  Banana Plantation  •  Snorkeling at Anse des Piton Marine Reserve  •  The Pitons  •  Sea Arch  •  Formal Night

Day 8:
St. Kitts  •  Historic Basseterre  •  Romney Manor Batik Demonstration  •  Brimstone Hill Fortress  •  North Friar´s Bay  •  Snorkeling at South Friar´s Bay  •  Wild Monkeys  •  Timothy Hill

Day 9:
St. Maarten  •  Orient Bay  •  Grand Case  •  Fort Louis & Marigot Harbor  •  Maho Beach

Day 10:
Disembarkation & Ponce  •  Plaza las Delicias  •  Catedral de Nuestra Señora de Guadelupe  •  Parque de Bombas  •  Rincon Lighthouse  •  Maria's Beach  •  Surfing (not me)

Day 11:
Rincon to Luquillo  •  Surfing Lesson at Dogman's  •  Playa Crash Boat

Day 12:
El Yunque  •  Plaza de Recreo de Luquillo  •  Luquillo Murals  •  La Coca Falls  •  Big Tree Trail  •  La Mina Falls  •  Mount Britton Observation Tower  •  Baño Grande  •  Yokahu Tower  •  El Portal Rain Forest Center  •  Angelito Trail  •  Fajardo Bioluminescent Bay Kayak Tour

Day 1: A late arrival in San Juan

Friday, Jan 30, 2015

It's only 05:30am when I wake up, but my head is buzzing with all the things I want to do before we leave so there's no point to staying in bed. With a sigh I slide out of bed and get started on the endless list of odds and ends we haven't gotten to yet.

A visit with my horse Tessa is the most important – and enjoyable – part of my pre-trip ritual. She's hanging out, eating hay in the snow with her buddy Iris. After I fish a few treats out of my pocket she acknowledges my existence and is willing to meet me at the fence for a quick selfie. Isn't she gorgeous?! 



Back home it's time to get serious and finish packing. The shuttle will be there in an hour and even though I started packing a couple of weeks ago, there's still the matter of deciding on what clothes to bring … Unfortunately, I'm the "outfit on -outfit off - in the suitcase - take it back out - add two more and repeat” kind of packer.

I'm sprawled out on the bathroom floor surrounded by my entire collection of hair accessories, make-up and other assorted bits and pieces when Sandy screeches, “The shuttle is here …. The shuttle is HERE!!!”

Half an hour early! O. M. G.

To the driver's credit he allows us to frantically run around the house for the full thirty minutes, but if ever there was a textbook "like a chicken with its head cut off" moment, this is it and we don't accomplish much. I'm petrified of what we might have forgotten to pack, but I guess we will find out as time goes on?

When we arrive at the airport, it's quiet and we breeze through security before sitting down for lunch at the Silver Diner. My caramel banana french toast is much like cardboard and after eating only the bananas I scarf down a 6-piece McDonald's chicken nuggets before getting on the plane.

Love Southwest Airlines! We scored a great deals on direct flights and bags fly free ... can't beat that.



Finally, I get to sit down with my Fodor's Puerto Rico that I bought on Half.com for 99 cents and for the first two hours of our flight I busy myself planning our time in Puerto Rico. We plunge through whimsical cloudscapes and like a vision a Carnival cruise ship appears to be gliding through the otherwise deserted waters. This has to be a sign of good things to come!

A quick nap later and we are just about to start our descent to Luis Muñoz Marín, San Juan´s airport.



As two women seated a few rows ahead loudly list the wealth of dining options in San Juan (Subway, Burger King, Applebees, Chili's, McDonald's, Wendy's and other culinary delights) I make a quick promise to myself to savor authentic Puerto Rico cuisine whenever possible.

After collecting our bags (minus my spiffy neon green luggage strap), we join the line to get a taxi. San Juan has a very efficient taxi system in place and although long, the line moves reasonably fast. Fares are predetermined based on your zone, the number of passengers and the number of bags so you don't have to worry about getting ripped off while taking the scenic tour.

Our man-of-few-words driver wastes no time getting us to our destination, cutting through traffic and honking as soon as the light turns. It's getting dark and the tinted windows of the van make it difficult to see, but what I do see, I like: glimpses of ocean with monstrous waves, a truck loaded to the gills with surfboards, palm trees swaying in the breeze, an even one of the old forts.

We've just entered Old San Juan when our driver pulls to a halt in the middle of the street with a bar on one side and a large plaza on the other.

"Is this it?" we questioningly look at each other. Luckily, the driver senses this is a time for him to speak and he directs us to the otherwise unmarked entrance.



Posada San Francisco is a budget-friendly hotel on the edge of Old San Juan, overlooking Plaza Colón.

Since we are arriving after hours, we call the number provided and by the time we squeeze ourselves into the rickety elevator the receptionist lunges inside just as the doors are closing. She says it's a bit temperamental sometimes -- already having been serviced three times since the morning -- but it delivers us to the sixth floor where another party is already waiting to get checked-in. They were not as fortunate: the elevator kicked them out on three, forcing them to haul their bulky suitcases up the final three flights.


While they check in we wander out onto the balcony, which doesn't just provide us with a fantastic view over Plaza Colon, but also Fort San Cristóbal.



A few minutes later we are shown to our room – basic, but clean – and the 5 shared bathrooms on the floor. Already, this seems like a great place to stay!

On our way down we check out some of the common areas and pass the elevator – now out of commission on the fourth floor – before stepping out into the balmy evening air. I consult Tripadvisor to find a place to have dinner and find a hidden gem called Punto de Vista Restaurant & Bar located atop the Milano hotel. The reviews say it's not easy to find and sure enough, after an unintentional stroll down to the cruise docks and bus terminal we must admit this to be the case.

We contemplate stepping into the deserted police station where a lone officer sits at the desk. Sandy says he doesn't look like he wants to be bothered by a pair of clueless tourists, but when -- after trying (and failing) one more time to find our way -- we inch into the station, his face lights up and he excitedly pulls out a map and starts drawing directions in the opposite direction we came from. 

Oh, Google Maps, how you've failed us!

Armed with our new map we step outside, followed a few seconds later by our new friend, who quickly runs through the directions again before seeing us off.

My legs are screaming from my Thursday work-out class as I gingerly pick my way up and down the cobblestone streets. Why has no one prepared me for how hilly San Juan is?! Luckily, it takes just a few minutes before we find ourselves at the Milano. 

The ambiance inside Punta de Vista's bar area leaves something to be desired: several groups of party-goers are living it up and the noise reverberates through the beer barrel decorated space. But after a long day's travel we don't have the energy to wait 30-45 minute to be seated on the rooftop terrace. Oh well.

True to my word I order the Puerto Rican specialty of mofongo relleno con camarones, a dish of fried plantains stuffed with garlic marinated jumbo shrimp. Heavy on the stomach, but delicious.




Sandy has ordered the baja fish tacos that are also quite good.




Walgreens is just three short blocks from the restaurant and we pick up a case of water and some high-potency vitamin C drink mix to ward off evil spirits.

Right now we're chilling on the balcony listening to the drummers that have descended on Plaza Colon, adding to the already bustling sounds of the city. Sure, it makes it a bit hard to concentrate, but this is what travel is about ... taking it all in and enjoying it. 

Get ready for a busy day tomorrow!


Restaurant: Punto de Vista Restaurant & Bar at the Milano
Hotel: Posada San Francisco






Day 2: A Walking Tour of Old San Juan

Saturday, Jan 31, 2015

It's after 9 when we get up. So much for the early start, but that's OK when you're on vacation. The view from the balcony in the daytime is spectacular.



Plaza Colón


Castillo San Cristóbal on the left and the gilded roof of the old casino on the right.


We really lucked out finding this place!

Sandy figured out that it's easier to sort by places that serve breakfast on Foursquare, so that's how we end up just a short walk down the street at Cafeteria Mallorca. It's a mom & pop kind of place packed with tourists and locals alike. A lone trumpeter sits by the door and adds to the ambiance.



The mallorca is a Puerto Rican breakfast pastry that from Sandy's research sounded like a stuffed funnel cake. Eww! But I've been wanting to sample local flavors and a sunny side up egg is just that no matter where you go ... 

Our bacon and Swiss cheese mallorcas arrive buried under a layer of powdered sugar. That's about where the funnel cake parallel ends for me.



Yep, just like everything else that probably isn't good for you, it tastes great! More like a sweet French croissant, if you ask me.

While Sandy orders us deserts to go, I explore the small plaza in front of the restaurant where the Carlos Albizu University is located.


As well as this darling set of stairs at the top of La Barandilla


Then it's on to Plaza de Armas where pigeon lovers can buy bags of seed for their feathered friends. There is also a small fountain called The Four Seasons (each of the four statues represents a season), but I was too distracted to get a decent picture.



The birds! The birds!


We wander down Calle de Cruz until we reach the old city wall, but first a view of Hostos Plaza looking down Calle Recinto Sur

There's a little craft market set up along the foot of the old city wall, but I'm more intrigued by the sculptures in the Jardin de la Princesa, where a set of bronze statues by Jose Buscaglia depict the heritage of the Americas.



My favorite: Herencia Social.


At the end of the palm tree-lined Paseo de la Princesa, we encounter the stunning Raices Fountain. Here is a little background information from PuertoRico.com:
"The Raíces Fountain, which was completed in May 1992, was designed by architect Miguel Carlo to commemorate and celebrate the New World’s 500th anniversary. This collection of bronze statues honoring Puerto Rico’s mixed African, Spanish and Taino/Amerindian heritage, is represented as a ship being steered out into the open sea with leaping dolphins leading the way to a bright 21st century future. The picturesque San Juan Bay serves as a backdrop to the statue, adding an interesting dimension to the ship at sea concept."

Of course, if you task a horse lover to take a picture of it, it'll come out looking nothing like the statue described above, but I promise this is in fact the Raices Fountain.

We follow the city wall North as it curves along the water's edge. We are now fully exposed to the sun and it is HOT! Also, I just realized I never put on sunscreen. Gah! Better late than never?



We walk past the red San Juan Gate one of the old entryways into the city. The inscription reads Benedictus Qui Venit in Nomine Domini (blessed are those who come in the name of the lord).



We walk by the water for some time and spot lots of stray kitties taking a siesta in the bushes. Couldn't get a good shot since they were hiding, but I promise there will be kitty pictures in this post!


There's even a pelican perched on one of the turrets, but you'll have to wait for much later in the trip to hear about my exciting encounter with Debbie the pelican.



After a while we turn back around since you can't walk all the way to the fort from here. Hey, at least we realized before we got all the way to the fort ...

We walk by Plazuela de la Rogativa with its funky statue representing the religious procession that scared off British forces. I really liked this statue, but my camera did not, so alas, you will have to check it out yourself sometime.

Alright, I promised there would be cats ...


Even a kitten snoozing on the pavement!

Judging by the number of cats it could be said that San Juan has a cat problem, but we stumbled across dishes filled with kibble and water many times. These kitties are loved!  

Ladies, random thought for the day: short shorts are much appreciated in San Juan. Never felt unsafe, but did attract some attention even though they weren´t all that short.

A large quinceañeroa celebration is taking place on the lawn in front of El Morro and I join the proud parents for a photo-op of the girls.


Close-up of one of the dresses ... so detailed and elegant.


At last we have arrived at Castillo San Felipe Del Morro.
(I'm a panoroma -- please click me for a larger picture) 

Like Castillo San Cristóbal, this is a national historic site and you get free entry with your America The Beautiful Pass. They do a great job education people and as always we try to start off with the introductory movie, but they are playing the Spanish version and no comprendemos.




We add on another who-knows-how-many stairs and steep ramps exploring the various levels.



There's an iguana in the grass just on the other side of the wall!!

What an unexpected treat! After reading about the iguana's at Sapphire Beach on St. Thomas I was hopeful we'd see one there, but it never occurred to me I might find one in Old San Juan.

I'm looking through one of the portholes when a large Italian barge enters the channel.


There's also this funky little lighthouse. Too bad they don't let you climb all the way to the top.


I love the view from the top of the fort looking out over Old San Juan.


After we leave the fort we find a spot in the shade to enjoy our desserts from Cafe Mallorca, but I'm not too fond of my meringue. Sandy likes her apple "thing", but doesn't really like the crust so I offer to take it off her hands. 

The view over the cemetery is amazing! You can see the orange dome in the middle left of the picture above. Wow, I'd heard it was amazing, but now I really want to see it up close.

We decide to just follow the walls of the fort (with no luck) then head up the street to Plaza del Quinto Centenario with a fountain overrun by four years old in bathing suits and ... Sandy?


Yep, we both got a little overheated so we wet our hair and it felt so good! That is, for the roughly 5 minutes it took for our hair to dry ...

There's a famous totem at the plaza, but I was more taken by the sheep statues flanking it. Sheep appear to play a prominent role in the depiction of Puerto Rico's past, but I haven't been able to figure out the connection yet.



When we finally find an opening in the wall that seems to lead down to the cemetery, I hesitate: it looks to head straight into La Perla, a rough neighborhood that might not be safe for tourists. As luck would have it we run into a couple just heading back and they tell us that while we are heading in the right direction the cemetery has already closed for the day.


Note: there is a safer way to reach the cemetery. I will tell you how to get there tomorrow

We weave through the colorful city streets until we reach the San Juan Cathedral.

Calle Imperial:


Calle de San Jose


Not only is Catedral de San Juan Bautista the oldest church on US soil, it is also the seat of the archdiocese of Puerto Rico and home to the marble tomb of Spanish explorer and first governor of Puerto Rico; Ponce de León.


Following Calle del Santo Cristo we arrive at tiny Capilla del Santo Cristo de la Salud, Cristo Chapel for short, perched near the edge of the city wall.




At one time horse races were held in the streets of San Juan and legend has it that during one of those races a young contestant found himself unable to control his spirited horse. Galloping towards the cliff at breakneck speed the youngster prayed to God for salvation and the horse halted at the edge, sparing his rider's life.  

The chapel was built at that exact spot to commemorate the miraculous save. It's just a wee thing and personally I enjoyed the story more than the chapel itself.



If you turn right at the chapel you will find yourself at Pigeon's Park. I don't know if that's the official name, but you can tell by the holes in the wall that this is a favorite pigeon hangout. Here too you will find vendors selling bags of crushed corn and other goodies.



Last pigeon picture of the day, I promise.


From there it's just a short walk down Calle Fortaleza until we reach the governor's mansion, La Fortaleza.

Strangely distorted picture, but the only one I took


Heading back on Calle Fortaleza.


This is where we cheat and hop on one of the trolleys.

"Trolleys?" you ask.

Ah, yes I neglected to mention that San Juan has several free trolleys that will take you around town. The one we were on was pretty crowded and standing made it hard for me to see where we were going, plus I made another gentleman friend so all in all, that was enough of the trolleys for me. Hey, someone has to get out there and take pictures, right!

In all fairness, some friends of mine really enjoyed riding the trolleys and if I understand correctly one of them is an open air tram, which sounds pretty nice.

At last, we have made it to Castillo San Cristóbal. We walk all over the grounds, sometimes backtracking unnecessarily and doing *gasp* extra stairs!




One of the many "secret" passageways through the fort.


The view again is quite spectacular no matter which way you look.

Harbor view


Towards the east
(I'm a panorama - please click me for a better picture)



 And towards El Morro in the west 


You can tell the sun is starting to set casting everything in a golden glow


Oops, I almost forgot one of my favorite quirky shots ... a heavily "personalized" blotch of green tucked away in one of the inner chambers of the fortress.


What would Rorschach have to say about that one?

We're pretty pooped now, but I can't resist walking a bit further in the wrong direction to take a picture of Puerto Rico's capitol building. It's almost six so we don't try to go inside, but the outside is worth a picture too.



Deciding on dinner is no easy task and after sitting down at La Madre (and leaving because it's too noisy), finding a 30 minute wait at Café Puerto Rico and an even longer wait at Pirilo Pizza Rustica (a pizza joint of all places) we wind up at the Greengo's Caribbean Cantina, a Mexican bar & restaurant decked out in Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) motif.

Fans of Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas" will get a kick out of this place.


It can be a bit noisy and we asked to be seated in the back where it was much quieter. My chicken quesadilla wasn't much to look at, but easily passed the taste test.

That's it for tonight! We'll do a little more exploring of San Juan tomorrow morning ... 


Breakfast: Cafeteria Mallorca
Lunch: pastries from Cafeteria Mallorca
Dinner: Greengo's Caribbean Cantina
Hotel: Posada San Francisco