Since we've arrived back in Puerto Rico we have re-stocked the boat, arranged for a haul out, cleaned the joker valve (I know, TMI), removed the generator's fuel injection pump and taken it to San Juan to be repaired, visited La Ola Tapas Bar twice, and purchased three gallons of bottom paint. It probably doesn't seem like much, but it has taken some walking, several phone calls, some wrenching, a rental car, and lots of patience because things don't happen down here like they do back in the States.
We know Puerto Rico is a territory of the US, but it's not quite the same. Even though we see familiar stores, nothing is done like it is back home. For instance, all the produce comes prepackaged in these annoying Styrofoam trays and only when you get home do you find a little rot here and there. It's not just tomatoes, it's squash, bell peppers, broccoli, etc.