Green Instead of Blue

The Great Plotniks returned home last night after what felt like a ten year flight from Fort Lauderdale, but was actually 6 1/2 hours, which followed a 3 hour flight from San Juan, which followed a 30 minute flight from Culebra. The short flight was like being a bird, flying at 2,000 feet over the short stretch of island, keys, rocks and reefs between the islands. 

We got up at 7am on the boat yesterday, which is 3am here, had our last cup of coffee on the deck of Greatful Dad, then got in the dingy to motor to shore. 20 hours later, at 11pm, we got out of the taxi and walked into World Headquarters.

That's 3,670 miles divided by twenty: 183 miles an hour, including sitting in airports. Try doing 183 mph in a covered wagon.

Flying in 2014 is fast but to do it right you have to pick your poison. Newer airlines with newer planes are a lot nicer than older planes that the legacy airlines use. Jet Blue is the Southwest of the Caribbean and they do pack their planes full, but they go a lot of places at a decent price. American Airlines: NEVER again. 

Cape Air: I'd have been happy to stay on the plane, have them turn that little Cessna around and fly back to Culebra and then fly us right back to San Juan again.

While we were gone, Saint Plotniko became green and yellow and white. Sadly, in the Northeast more snow is forecast, it's really cold in New York, and when the Captain and First Mate get back to Maine they are expecting yet another storm.

Not here. I prefer this, but I think I prefer azure water and hot weather even more. We're talking about another sail in the not-too-distant future, this time maybe out in the Pacific.

That's then, this is now. Bienvenidos, we say to ourselves. Welcome to the Green.