OK, so, the best travel tip I learned today was: DO NOT ORDER FRIED CHICKEN IN PUERTO RICO. At least not at the restaurant I went to. I ordered it under the assumption that fried chicken was meat. Clearly, chicken spine fits that category in PR. Or some kind of eyeball puss attached to bone, which also made it to my plate. Lesson learned. I tried to be nice and give the plate to a homeless guy I saw earlier that night-but he just pointed. This either meant, "go away" or "put it here". I'm guessing it meant go away from his body language because the chicken was REVOLTING ENOUGH to not make the cut for this homeless dude's dinner menu. I just ate the side, which was fried sweet plantains, and in edibility, ranked as the polar opposite of the poor creature they ripped apart and drowned in hot grease. It was pretty good.
Aside from that, the flight went decently. I closed my eyes during take-off and opened them again when the seat-belt light dinged off. Effective. The rest of the time, I tried to sleep. As it was later described to me, I rested ever so delicately with my head twisted to one side, smashed on the pull down table, arms hanging to the floor, mouth open. I didn't sleep well...maybe a half hour after being up all night-but I'm gonna try again now! We board the ship (Serenade of Seas) tomorrow!!!
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