Hours have a differnt texture as i slide from activity to non-activity. Mornings become elastic stretching into lunches at 3. Today, reminiscing about Friday's excursion into the older city beaches in San Juan, we drove over to Old San Juan and this being the beginning of a long weekend avoided most of the stagnant traffic we had ecountered on Thursday as we ping ponged from relatives houses peppered in the metropolitan area. This small beach sits next to the exclusive Hilton private beach but is far superior to its corporate cousin. With our beach chairs from prior trips we found a shady spot near the lapping sea and proceeded to take our novels out for a good read. Unlike North American beaches, here you can bring your beer to accompany your literary adventures.