Well, hello b*tches! In case you are wondering how I managed to get us from San Juan to Vieques (I know you are worried about me... all 2 of you... you know who you are), VAL carried us.
I have to tell you a short story here (don't I always do?)...
My man is the most paranoid muthaf*cker on the planet. I, on the other hand, do not care even if there is a mortar shelling going on 10 feet away from me. His paranoia stems from growing up waspy in the Hamptons. My nonchalance stems from growing up in war ravaged Congo. So yeah, unless you are losing a limb or life, your fears do not penetrate my mind and ears. But, you see, I love this man to pieces. I can easily put up with his paranoia because of this stupid thing called love. Normally, I wouldn't.
But there are times when his paranoia gets out of control. It is almost impossible to placate him. Why am I telling this story? Because we took an 8-seater plane to Vieques. Considering his paranoia, I did not tell him before hand that we will be taking a small plane, that only God knows when it was deemed fit to fly. He would have had a conniption even before we left Chicago. So, I did not tell him. Instead I told him we are flying from San Juan to Vieques and it is a short flight. He was under the impression it will be one of those small connecting flights.
We get to San Juan, take a taxi to the Isla Grande airport, and enter what looks like a bus terminal. Really? This is an airport? Well, I guess small planes don't need big airports. This is where my man finally realized we are flying a small plane. I spent the next 45 minutes trying to convince him it will be ok and our flight will not crash in the ocean. I received help from one of the pilots, the checking agent (who was doing shots of vodka in between our conversation... how f*cking cool is that?... wait, maybe not), and every other passenger in the terminal (I shouldn't call it a terminal, it is more like a waiting area, but what the hell?).
I was the most patient person on this planet for that 45 minutes. You see, as I mentioned earlier, there is this stupid thing called love that makes you do things you never knew you are capable of.
Finally, after about an hour, it was time to board.
I helped the checking agent load our bags, because I was worried he may not be doing it right (remember, he was doing shots of vodka earlier). Our pilot was about 70 years old. The coolest pilot on the planet. I told him my man is nervous and tense. He came over and talked to my man, told him everything will be ok, and he has been flying this plane for many years without an incident. All seems well!
We are seated right behind the pilot, take off, and I got to observe all the controls on the flight. Cool!
That is when I notice the display saying ALERT ALERT in red. Holy muthaf*cking hell. What is it? Are we going to crash? Tell me we are not crashing in this possibly shark-infested water. Oh my gawd!!! I am dead. My man is going to kill if he sees this ALERT sign flashing.
Luckily, it was nothing to be worried about. The pilot assured us the sign has been going off for a while and it is a fault with the display board. Phew!!
We landed after 25 minutes of what seemed to be the most beautiful flight ride I have taken. We flew over the El Yunque rainforest and crossed the Atlantic. Breathtaking and incredible views. The flight flies low enough for you to see everything clearly.
Landing was a piece of cake. Smoothest landing ever. Upon exiting, we were greeted by the pilot's dog who was waiting on the runway for him. How cute is that? A dog on the runway! I unloaded our bags and we went on our way.
My man was extremely thankful to the pilot and they even took a picture together. After 3 days in Vieques, we flew the same flight back to San Juan with the same pilot. He remembered us... well, he remembered my man because of his paranoid antics.
It was the best flight trip we took. I recommend VAL to anyone wanting to fly outside of San Juan to any of the nearby islands. They offer services from multiple airports and have a flexible schedule.
Finally... my man was appreciative of my patience, and I am thankful he listened to me (about damn time!). read more