Puerto Rico

We decided last minute yesterday to go ahead and make the Mona passage crossing. The winds were suppose to die out and turn more southeast. We decided rather than fish for 8 hours and return to the DR, we would hear across the Mona passage and possibly fish along the way. The first thirty miles we had the wind on our nose and a stiff current pushing straight into the sea. This jacked up the waves into confused square 7 foot ugliness. As we got into the deeper water in the middle of the Mona passage, the wind dropped as did the seas. We decided to run the rest of the way rather than stop and fish. As we neared the NW tip of puerto Rico, the seas slicked off. We could not resist the temptation to fish. We had the lines in for thirty minutes when the wind started howling right out of the east. In no time the seas jumped to 7-10 feet because of the current pushing to the east. We pulled the lines in and limped all the way to San Juan. It was crappy. Fortunately the only damage we had was some stitching that got blown out on our front bridge curtain. My stateroom in the bow of the boat was a wreck. The bow was going up and down so hard that everything came open and spilled onto the floor. No damage though.
We pulled the throttles back at 5:39 as we steered the blue heaven into the harbor at San Juan past the gun turrets of El Moro, the old Spanish fort.
When I was younger I lived in puerto Rico. The island sure has grown up. But some things do not change. While on my jog this morning, I ran / crawled / jogged along the harbors edge. I saw a land mark that I remember from back when I was a kid. There is a rock facing the ocean that has a rocky formation that looks just like a dog. The legend has it that the dog waited there on the rock each day for his fisherman master to return from the sea. One day he did not return. The dog sat there waiting faithfully till it turned to rock