I finally biked in Vieques, something I have wanted to do for years but my plan was always derailed for one reason or another. I only spent the day there but it was a day well worth it although I woke up in a semi-foul mood due to lack of sleep as I had to wake up early to catch the first flight to Vieques on an itsty bitsy teeny plane. I sat next to this older fellow who looked happy as a clam while we gently flew over the island, heading east towards Vieques, which is quick but enchanting 30 minute ride. Once there, this same fellow took me to the bike rental shop La Dulce Vida, which is on the other side of the island and run by some guys from Seattle, which was made viscerally evident when one of them, Andy, was overjoyed, and I mean overjoyed, that they now had an espresso machine up above the bike shop. I admit, I salivated at the sight of his frothy, surely caffeinated coffee.

I eagerly took the bike, which was an older mt bike in good condition but a bit heavier than I am used to but I was up for the challenge, wanting to ride to