Air Sometimes

We’re sitting in the San Juan airport, with plenty of time to kill.  I was nervous about the small plane reliability from Virgin Gorda to here, so I had built in plenty of time between landing at San Juan and taking off for BWI. 

Air Sunshine is called “Air Sometimes” for a reason apparently – “sometimes early, sometimes late.”  In both cases (going to Virgin Gorda and coming home) we left so early that we landed prior to the time we were supposed to take off.  Maybe it should be called Air Early.  Although that’s not very catchy.

Even though it was raining hard in Puerto Rico, the flight over was non-eventful and we didn’t get rain until we were close to San Juan.  Carly got to ride up front in the co-pilot’s seat, as she and TJ were on the flight with us; Anne and Toni were on a later flight.  It was a full (nine person) flight.  We shared the plane with a Lax bro,  a dad and his young son.

We flew right over Tortola, Palomino Island, Las Casitas resort on the eastern end of Puerto Rico, and too many islands to list.  I saw some small islands with nothing but huge white water, which meant they are surrounded by rocks and have no beach area.  It’s possible that no one has even been on some of them, since there is no good spot to land. 

I’ve still got a few more blog posts to write, but the trip is nearly done. . .turns out "Air Sometimes" fits -- Anne/Toni's flight left more than two hours after it was supposed to.