On a plane from Boston to San Juan I see many happy yet tense-looking fellow Puerto Rican passengers. The Puerto Rican lady sitting next to me barely moved, did not take a snack (not even water) nor did she respond when I asked her a question. Stormy weather, very bumpy ride as we approach San Juan. “God is watching over this plane”, says another lady across the aisle. The plane lands, passengers clap, including the lady sitting next to me, who proceeded to make the sign of the cross over herself after clapping. Now I understand what the clapping I witness every time I land in San Juan means. It means “we made it.” As I exit the plane, I overhear a tough, streetwise-looking, lip-pierced young woman tell a kid, “¡qué valiente eres!” for daring to fly in good-behavior style.