So me and Ortego did a thing.
We sent the kids to Mom’s house (Which was fairly heartbreaking, but worth it in the end), and we’ve jetted off to Puerto Rico for 4-ish weeks. Why? To fix up a house boat belonging to some dude we met on the internet. It sounds super sketchy when I say it like that, but everyone rest assured that we did our homework on this before deciding to go through with it.
We left first thing this morning, took three planes, ate dinner, then arrived at the boat just in time for it to get dark. I have no good pictures of the boat. I did document some of the rest of the trip, though, so buckle your seatbelts kids. This is about to get super detailed. Maybe. I dunno. I haven’t written it yet.
The first plane was tolerable, though tiny. We got to Houston at 9:35 am, then had to power walk for 20 minutes (literally) to get to the tram, which we rode across yet more airport, only to arrive just in time to get on the plane at 10 am. Seriously. They had already sold our seats so some other people. Fortunately we had priority and they unsold those seats.
This flight was four hours, and though it was easily three times the size of that first plane, it was somehow more cramped.
We landed in San Juan, PR at 3:30 ish local time. From there we had to catch a cab and go across town to a tiny airport called Aeropuerto Isla Grande. That was when poor Ortego finally got to pee.
They packed the two of us onto an 8 passenger plane, and from there we flew 25 minutes to Culebra, which is a teeny tiny island that is apparently just east of the big island of Puerto Rico. We had no idea that Culebra was a thing. Also there’s Vieques. Anyway, I got some amazing pictures of Puerto Rico from that plane, though the windows were a bit dirty. You take what you can get, though. It was friggin beautiful. Loud, though.
Robert and Debra (the houseboat owners) met us and took us out to dinner, which was AMAZEBALLS. Seriously. I think I disappointed Debra when I said I wasn’t really interested in having a margarita. I’ll make that up to her later. After all, I’ve got an ENTIRE MONTH, and it’s been a looooooong time since I’ve had a good stiff drink. Seriously. Like, before Bear was a thing.
Then they piled us into the Dirty Gherkin (their skiff) and drove us out to the Pandora, aka the Purple House.
I’m not gonna lie, this place could use some serious work. I mean, I guess that’s why we’re here, but dude. The boat is good and solid, but there are some railings that need fixed, the bathroom is half done, the cabinets need replaced, and some of this electrical is in really amateurishly rough shape. We’re going to be moving this ladder, adding that trim, moving those solar panels, etc. I’m kind of excited to get started, but there’s a storm coming in tomorrow, which will delay us for a couple of days. They’ve got a friend with a concrete house that we’re going to stay in until the storm blows over, and they’re going to lash the Purple House down closer to shore tomorrow morning.
It’s dark now, but I’ll post some pictures of the view and the town tomorrow, along with a good “before” set of pictures. I’ll have my better camera tomorrow, but for today everyone will just have to make do with my camera phone pics.