Richard G. Miller

May 24 Sunday

Left Morrison Field, West Palm Beach. Fla. 7:00 a.m. Plane performed perfectly all the way. With very fair weather on our side we arrived, after some six hours, at Boriquez Field, Puerto Rico.

Since this was our first time in the tropics we, of course, ran, into town ~ Aquadella.

Noticed that the people here are exactly like the Mexicans. In fact, Aquadella is comparabale to Juarez, Mexico. Both are stinkingly filthy!!

Almong amusing customs of the people - couldn't help but note that the true son or daughter Of P.R. squats on his heels instead of sitting.

As in Mexico, the sole means of support seems to be the frequent selling of one's sister _ i.e., her "guaranteed" virtue.

The town, of Aquadella has the ever present plaza and Sunday night is packed.

While drinking Cuba Libra had to try my Spanish on a little senorita named Lola - the soldiers here have the girl's to stay with their Mamas unless they are in business. Couldn't stand the Mama, so had to give up without a suitable advance.

Am going myself to the gills with my limited Spanish for now I act, as interpreter to our group. Suffered our first shellacking by the natives when we paid 40¢ for a 10¢  can of American Chili.

So this is the tropics? Can't help but improve, so the future is bright. Architecturally the island has possibilities for everything is green; many palms, etc. but curiously enough they have dust (severe) storms at the field.

After “casing" the place, I can't help but make one observation - these natives are extremists in the ultimate sense of the word - they are wealthy or poverty stricken, virtuous to a foolish degree or prostitutes, meticulously clean or slovenly filthy.