Day #2 Still Flying
Half way there. We can make it. Hopefully. The morning started off bright and early when we could no longer take the annoying music blasting so we went to check in for our flight. We headed of to Puerto Rico and finally got some sleep on that flight. Too bad it was only a 2 hour flight. Our layover in Puerto Rico was supposed to be a short one so we rushed to our gate. But as they brought our tiny little plane up near the terminal they let us know there was a problem. Something about a broken bathroom door? I'm not really sure what that means or why that would delay us, but they had to find a new plane for us. So 2 hours later we walked out on the runway, up the stairs of our tiny plane, and safely landed in La Romana, DR an hour later. After a fiasco with all the taxi drivers fighting to take us up to Punta Cana we were finally on the road. Our driver was funny. He spoke English pretty well and wanted to practice it. He also LOVED American music. So we had an hour and a half drive jamming out to "Pump, pump the jam, pump it up" and the Back Street Boys. I didn't have the heart to tell him that music's not that cool any more. We made it to our all-inclusive resort and went straight to the dinner buffet since we hadn't eaten since Tampa. Then it was straight to bed.
Half way there. We can make it. Hopefully. The morning started off bright and early when we could no longer take the annoying music blasting so we went to check in for our flight. We headed of to Puerto Rico and finally got some sleep on that flight. Too bad it was only a 2 hour flight. Our layover in Puerto Rico was supposed to be a short one so we rushed to our gate. But as they brought our tiny little plane up near the terminal they let us know there was a problem. Something about a broken bathroom door? I'm not really sure what that means or why that would delay us, but they had to find a new plane for us. So 2 hours later we walked out on the runway, up the stairs of our tiny plane, and safely landed in La Romana, DR an hour later. After a fiasco with all the taxi drivers fighting to take us up to Punta Cana we were finally on the road. Our driver was funny. He spoke English pretty well and wanted to practice it. He also LOVED American music. So we had an hour and a half drive jamming out to "Pump, pump the jam, pump it up" and the Back Street Boys. I didn't have the heart to tell him that music's not that cool any more. We made it to our all-inclusive resort and went straight to the dinner buffet since we hadn't eaten since Tampa. Then it was straight to bed.
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