Beyond Arbeluc

The Great Plotniks are hitting the road this morning. Plot and Duck are all packed up, with the incredibly idiotically overpacked suitcases and carry-ons. What has Plotnik worn in the thirteen days they've been gone? Two pairs of shorts, a few t shirts and sandals. So what the HELL is in that humongorendous suitcase, plumped out to breaking its zippers?

What-EVUH, as all the Puerto Ricans say when they are speaking English, which they seem to slip in and out of continually in the same sentence. Plot wages Arbeluc Island is made up of 50% Brooklyn, 25% Bronx and 25% Queens. What-evuh.

Yesterday was the golden day of golden days, snorkeling over grasses with turtles feeding below and sting rays flitting in and about, and then heading to the bottom and covering themselves with sand so they were invisilbe except for the long tail and two ears sticking up. The coral is alive here and displays itself in all colors, which means fish of equal colors flitting around in and around it. This place is so beautiful that Plotnik doesn't want anybody to ever know about it but his friends and family. Yes sir, search engines, go search for Arbeluc.

The ferry to the mainland leaves at 1, should take an hour and a half, more or less. Then Plot and Duck have to get themselves in a taxi or bus all the way up to San Juan's Luis Munos Marin Airport to meet BZWZ's plane from Boston and Orlando. They'll spend tonight together in Old San Juan and then tomorrow pick up La Bellybone, El Pidi y La CincoCabeza in a rented car, then head for Luquillo.

Nothing on the mainland can ever match this island, but on the other hand everyone will be together and that's the priceless part.