Man, what a day! I woke up in Las Piedras, PR, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Antonio. I’m talking about the kind of morning where the sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m just vibin’. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the one that’s been there since the last rainstorm. My shoes? Soaked. Great start, right?
So, I’m walking down Calle de la Cruz, trying to shake it off. I pass by this little café, Café El Buen Sabor. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a café con leche, and it’s like liquid happiness. I’m feeling good again.
But then, I see this guy on the corner of Calle 65 Infantería. He’s selling empanadillas, and I can’t resist. I mean, who can? I buy one, and it’s the best thing ever. I’m munching away, and suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, dude, back off! I’m not sharing my empanadilla with you!
After that, I decide to hit up the Plaza de Recreo. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? Nah. There’s a festival going on. Music blasting, people dancing, and I’m just trying to find a spot to sit. I finally find a bench, but it’s taken by this family with a million kids. They’re all screaming, running around, and I’m like, “Can I get a little peace here?”
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Carlos. We start chatting, and he tells me about this new taco place on Calle José de Diego. I’m intrigued. Tacos in Las Piedras? Count me in! But first, I gotta deal with this crazy lady who’s yelling at a vendor about the price of coconuts. Like, chill, lady! It’s just a coconut!
Finally, I make my way to the taco place. It’s called Tacos El Jibarito. I order a couple of tacos, and they’re massive! I’m talking about tacos that could feed a small army. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in taco heaven.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. They need a report ASAP. I’m like, “Really? Right now?” I try to focus, but the music from the festival is blasting, and I can’t think straight. I’m getting frustrated.
I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I stroll down Avenida Las Piedras, and the scenery is beautiful. The mountains in the background, the colorful houses, it’s all so picturesque. But then, I see a stray dog. He looks so sad, and I can’t help but feel for him. I wish I could take him home.
As I’m walking, I bump into this street artist painting a mural. It’s stunning! I stop to take a pic, and he catches me. He’s like, “You like it?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s amazing!” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about the history of Las Piedras. Did you know it was founded in 1820? Crazy, right?
After that, I finally head home. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness of the day. The puddle, the empanadilla, the tacos, and the mural. Las Piedras is wild, but it’s my wild.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!