Man, what a day! I swear, Isabela (PR) is wild. I woke up, sun blazin’ through my window on Calle San Francisco. Thought it was gonna be chill, ya know? Just me and my stoves. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit up the mercado. Gotta get supplies for my stove-making gig. The smell of fresh pan de yuca hit me like a freight train. I’m talkin’ about that warm, cheesy goodness. I couldn’t resist. So, I grabbed a couple. Or three. Who’s counting, right?
Then, I’m walkin’ down Calle José de Diego, mindin’ my own business, when I see this dude tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m all for trying new things, but this looked like a cross between a mango and a potato. I’m like, “Bro, you sure that’s edible?” He just laughs and says, “Everything’s edible if you’re brave enough!” I’m not that brave, man. I just want my stoves.
So, I finally get to my workshop on Avenida Concepción. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I start workin’ on this custom stove for a client. He wanted it in bright red. I mean, who wants a red stove? But hey, it’s his kitchen, not mine. I’m hammerin’ away, gettin’ lost in the rhythm, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right?
I’m sittin’ there in the dark, thinkin’ about how I’m gonna explain this to the client. “Sorry, your stove is delayed because the universe hates me.” Classic. So, I grab my phone, and I’m scrollin’ through social media, tryin’ to distract myself. I see a post about a festival at Plaza de la Revolución. They got live music, food, and all that good stuff. I’m like, “Forget this! I need a break!”
I head over there, and man, it’s packed! People everywhere, laughin’, dancin’, just livin’ it up. I grab a cold Medalla, and suddenly, life is good again. I’m vibin’ to the music, feelin’ the energy. Then, I spot this girl. She’s got the brightest smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, she could light up the whole city.” I muster up some courage and go talk to her. Turns out, she’s from Bayamón but loves Isabela. We hit it off, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, torrential downpour. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked but laughin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s just water, right? I grab her hand, and we dash into a nearby café on Calle del Carmen. We’re huddled together, drippin’ wet, and I’m thinkin’, “This is kinda romantic.”
We talk for hours, and I forget all about my stoves. She tells me about her favorite spots in Isabela, like the beaches at Jobos. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!” She’s got this passion for life that’s contagious. I’m lovin’ every second of it.
Finally, the rain stops, and we step outside. The streets are glistening, and the air smells fresh. I walk her to her car, and we exchange numbers. I’m feelin’ like I just won the lottery.
But then, I remember my workshop. I rush back, and guess what? The power’s back on! I get to finish that red stove just in time. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how Isabela can be a rollercoaster. One minute you’re stressed, the next you’re dancin’ in the rain with a cute girl.
So, yeah, that was my day. From stoves to smiles, Isabela never fails to surprise me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!