As far as I can tell, everyone there is going somewhere else for vacation and SJU is that stop in between where you are from and where you want to be.
Or you are on your way home and don't want to be, so you are prolonging the inevitable. Everyone saunters slowly down the terminal with the corners of there mouth turned down in the universal sign for a frown. All of the walls are painted gray and everything smells of fast food pizza.
2 hours there feel like an eternity of nothingness... Purgatory much?
Pizza in Purgatory? Sign me up!
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