Not sure when this entry will actually make it up on the web as I have a bum high-speed modem in my hotel room here in San Juan. I just spent the past half hour talking with tech support in Georgia trying to figure out the problem and the consensus was a bad modem. The two guys I spoke with, one Indian and one Irishman, were the nicest tech support people I've ever dealt with even though we made no progress. Worse case, I can wander the streets in the morning looking for a WI-FI connection.
We had a very long travel day today, leaving the hotel in Rochester at 8:00 a.m. and arriving at our hotel here in P.R. at 8:30 p.m. We were picked up in a suped-up blue school bus at the airport and driven very quickly and rather wildly to the hotel. The bus has no shocks and the driver used his horn at least 12 times. The horn thing is clearly cultural as I was honked at for being five yards from a car (on the sidewalk no less) turning into the grocery store across from the hotel.
The team's elder statesmen and I went out to a local restaurant for some authentic P.R. cuisine. Clean water is an issue here, so I had to get creative in order to keep the salad streak in tact, opting for plantains stuffed with chicken. We knew the place was going to be good by the fact that it had zero ambiance and was packed with locals. We had to wait nearly 20 minutes for a table late on a Sunday night, but it was worth it.
Tomorrow, I'm told, we'll have a police escort for the 45-minute ride to the stadium - common practice in most countries I've been to outside of the U.S. Training will consist of a walk down to the beach and some light running and stretching. There was plenty of speculation during the day about whether or not there will be a speedo sighting among the squad.
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