Vacation - it's all a matter of definition

We arrived in San Juan on Tuesday night and went straight to a hotel. The next day we spent negotiating with car rental companies, trying to get onto the cargo ferry to Vieques. Ultimately we had to return the rental car at the posh El Conquistidor Hotel (the best/worst type of insular resort - depending on your viewpoint) where we had a few hours to kill. At one point at this uber-posh resort, sitting under an oversized parasol with a knock-out view of the Caribbean, sipping something tropical, Mats got his best whine on and asked "when are we going on vacation?" On the ferry, when asked if we were finally "on vacation", Mats replied "I'm not sure". When we arrived at our basic island digs, Mats checked out the spartan room, enthusiastically climbed up and down the bunk bed ladder three or four times and very confidently proclaimed "NOW we're on vacation! This is a GREAT hotel!"

Yep - he's our kid!