Flying to Puerto Rico

Taking  off from Tampa it is a clear day as we head north.  We make a sweeping turn towards the southeast.  I can see the airport below us as we pass over the Bay of Tampa.  Flying over the peninsula of Florida it is flat with farms and lakes intertwined like green Swiss cheese.  Canals cut across the greenness like a knife cutting through a cake.


In the distance is the Atlantic Ocean and the east coast of Florida.  The Ocean approaches fast, shortly we are over the a turquoise Ocean glimmering in the sun.  The Caribbean is upon us.   With the Bahamas below now I know I'm half way to Puerto Rico.