Puerto Rico: Day 1

After a crazy flight, we arrived in Puerto Rico. One day in Puerto Rico, and we were both so burned we can barely move. We walked from the airport area to old San Juan, with no sun block. PR has gorgeous beaches. It can be described as a run down Hawaii. Meaning, the beaches are as beautiful but the surrounding towns are really ghetto. Every other building is vacant and busted/boarded up. I guess "the market" isn't doing very well over there.

But we love Puerto Rico. We explored about eight miles of gorgeous beaches in one day, on no sleep. We walked from the airport area to Old San Juan. During the adventure we experienced: the historical fort from the colonial period, millions of run down buildings, native Puerto Ricans that Sam fell in love with, millions of white tourists that Gordy fell in love with, and gorgeous beaches.

In the middle of the night, the effects of the sun started to show. First, Gordy woke up and had no idea where he was, literally. Multiple hours later, Sam woke up in a panic attack that mirrored Greg's "heart attack" moment in Vegas (Most of you know this story, but if you don't, Greg is our bisexual friend who is afraid of: spiders, the dark, black people, and just about everything that isn't a good looking Latin man named Carlos). When Sam asked Gordy to "tell [him] a story to bring [him] back to reality", Gordy mumbled about how Lebron scored 50 at MSG (foreshadowing the HSG), and Sam was back.

Oh, one more HUGE problem with PR. They're doing construction in our hotel. It starts at about 730 am. I don't meant construction like a nail and hammer I mean chainsaws and jackhammers. And they're doing the whole hotel, every floor. We are waking up to millions of construction workers everywhere speaking Spanish every day, so that sucks.