This is the roughest flight that I've been on in a long time. Lots of sudden altitude drops and rises. That weightless feeling. The plane's engines struggling then growing quiet as the gusting winds shift. So along with a crappy day, I guess we're going to end it with "Ridin' the waves" back home. I don't get scared until the overhead compartments open up. Right now it seems to have smoothed out. Now our altitude is changing. We are climbing upward, probably to avoid more weather, and now slowing again. Changing almost as fast as I type. God I remember why I never liked these smaller planes. This is a part of my life that I'm ready to end. We are flying back to San Juan through a tropical storm. The very same system that brushed up against our destination and kept us from landing. The flight is very rough, luggage is falling out of the bins, one lady was hit on the head. I'm frightened. Thank you God for a safe trip thus far. Thank you that you love me. Thank You that I was able to get this far and for Your watch-care as I traipse about the West Indies, French Antilles, and British Lee wards.
The plane is making noises that I am not sure are normal. Lot's of creaking and banging. At times it seems the engines will die. We have been instructed to remain in our seats, you really can't walk around because the plane is pitching and rolling so violently.
We are starting to ride the waves now. More bumps, but not so many rises and falls. Looks like we will either stay at the Embassy or the Marriot. I'm going to watch TV until we get back to San Juan. I'll add more once I get into my room.