We walked into Old San Juan for dinner. No wonder the hotel security guard looked at us like we had four heads when we told him were were planning to walk into the old city. He recommended we take a taxi or at least the city bus but of course, my dear husband had a map and he was not to be dissuaded. Turns out the map wasn't exactly to scale. I don't know how far the old town was but it took us an hour and a half at a brisk pace to get there. It was hot. Merv was soaked and my feet are now blistered. Once there we had cold beers on a charming patio and then found a fabulous restaurant for dinner. Fois gras, lobster risotto and coconut red snapper rounded out our sumptuous feast.
After dinner we took a cab back to the hotel. We were both too tired to try our luck at the casino. We are now in bed, watching TV and reading. And feeling ever so old. Tomorrow is a new day.
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