When one moves to the "tropics", one expects certain things.  I was not surprised, for the most part, when I moved to Puerto Rico.  I had been to St. Thomas and St. John.  I saw the beautiful scenery surrounding the beautiful people.  I also saw the locals peeking around the corner.  I peeked back.  Not so scenic. Not so beautiful.  So when I moved to PR, I got what I expected.  Beautiful scenery and beautiful people. Also the local peekers.  

 

A few things did surprise me, though.  First, the crowds.  Where did all these people come from?  Lines everywhere.  Lines of traffic. Lines to get in a store. Lines to get out of a store. Lines to get in line.  Then the prices.  We walk through Costco and my wife picks up things and shouts that this is 1/3 the price in the states.  The freshness of the products.  Everything is just at its expiration date.  The garbage.  Everywhere.  

My biggest surprise, though, and certainly the most insignificant in the big picture, is scotch.  Puerto Ricans love scotch.  I don't get it.  Of all things in all places, scotch?  I can see getting tired of rum.  You can only mix it with so many things and you can't drink it straight.  Bourbon.  I love bourbon but I can see it sits a little heavy in this climate.  It's like smoking cigars.  I can't do it in the heat.  Vodka. Meh.  Gin. Blech.  Whiskey.  Better.  But scotch?

Well, now I know.