Man, what a day! I woke up in Bayamón, PR, and thought it was gonna be chill. Boy, was I wrong! First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite apron. Ugh! It’s like the universe was like, “Nah, not today, buddy.”
So, I’m hustlin’ down Calle San Pablo, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m already sweatin’ like a pig. I’m thinkin’ about my pottery, my clay, my beautiful creations. But then, BAM! I see this street vendor sellin’ empanadillas. I mean, c’mon! Who can resist that? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ crispy, juicy goodness. I’m happy again!
But then, I get to my studio on Calle de la Cruz, and it’s a mess. Like, a total disaster zone. Clay everywhere! I’m like, “What happened here? A tornado?” I start cleanin’ up, and I’m fumin’. I swear, if I find out who left this mess, they’re gonna regret it.
While I’m cleanin’, I hear this loud music outside. It’s a parade or somethin’. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids dancin’ down the street. They’re havin’ the time of their lives! I can’t help but smile. Bayamón knows how to throw a party, man. I mean, who doesn’t love a good fiesta?
But then, I get back to work. I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind keeps wanderin’. I think about how I wanna make this new vase. It’s gotta be perfect, you know? But my hands are all shaky from the coffee and the empanadillas. I’m like, “C’mon, hands, cooperate!”
Suddenly, my buddy Luis pops in. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check this out!” He drags me outside, and there’s this street artist spray-painting a mural on the side of a building. It’s a huge, colorful piece of a coquí. I’m blown away! I mean, that’s Bayamón for ya—full of life and creativity.
But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Mijo, did you forget about dinner?” I totally did! I’m supposed to bring dessert. I’m like, “Uh, yeah, I’ll be there!” But I’m still covered in clay. I rush to clean up, but I’m a hot mess.
I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down Avenida Los Gobernadores. I’m dodging potholes like a pro. Bayamón’s streets can be a nightmare, but I know ‘em like the back of my hand. I finally get to my mom’s place, and she’s already got the table set.
Dinner’s a feast! Rice, beans, and this bomb chicken. I’m stuffin’ my face, and my mom’s like, “You need to eat more, mijo!” I’m like, “I’m good, Mom!” But I can’t resist.
After dinner, I finally chill. I’m sittin’ on the porch, lookin’ at the stars. Bayamón’s got this vibe, you know? It’s loud, it’s crazy, but it’s home. I think about my day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From spillin’ coffee to eatin’ empanadillas to seein’ that mural.
I’m exhausted but happy. I love this city. I love my pottery. I love the chaos. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Bayamón, you wild, beautiful beast, you’ve got my heart!