We drove to Atlanta on Saturday and stayed at a Hilton Garden Inn so that we would be close to the airport for our Sunday Morning Flight. They were nice enough to let us keep our car there for the week (at a small charge of course) and we rode the shuttle. Dave had already been upgraded to first class because of his status, so he had insisted that we switch seats. Turns out that since Dave had "gifted" me status that they also upgraded me. We were in seats 1 A & B. In all of my 42 years, and all of the travel that I have done, it was my very first time in first class. The first thing that I discovered was that there was a lot of room in my seat and unlike coach where Dave and I are stuck together like velcro, there was enough room between us that we had to choose to touch. Dave had already clued me in that anything offered to me in First Class is without cost. And the first thing that we were offered was alcohol. We had our choice between Mamosa and Champaigne. Considering our flight was at 9:40 in the morning and that I don't like either one, I declined. We were served a full breakfast and a snack on our 3 and a half hour flight. I really liked flying first class. Dave is already upgraded for the trip back, we'll see what happens with my seat assigment.
The airport in San Juan, Puerto Rico's Capital was clean and easy to maneuver. We rented a car and headed to our hotel. We were staying at a Doubletree about three miles from Old Town San Juan. We had originally planned on going that afternoon, but since it was a Sunday, most if not all of the shops would be closed we were told. So instead, we walked to the beach and visited a grocery store across from the hotel. The fruits and vegetables of Puerto Rico were very big and beautiful. The avocados here put California avocados to shame. We went to a popular hotel close to the restaurant and ordered an appetizer that had many delights from the island and some that I knew from my time in Venezuela. It was great. The evening ended on a restful note.