Man, today was a wild ride in Loiza. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I hear is the sound of the waves crashing. I live near the beach, right? Playa de Piñones, to be exact. It’s beautiful, but today? Ugh. The ocean was angry. Like, it was throwin’ a tantrum or somethin’. I’m like, “Chill, ocean! I just wanna grab some breakfast!”
I hit up this little spot on Calle Loiza. Best empanadas ever! I’m talkin’ crispy, golden, and stuffed with all the goodness. But guess what? They were outta my fave—bacalao. I was like, “Are you serious right now?” I mean, who runs outta bacalao? So, I settled for chicken. Not the same, but whatever.
After breakfast, I decided to take a stroll down Avenida Luis Muñoz Marín. The sun was blazing, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But the vibe was good. People were out, music was bumpin’, and the smell of lechón was in the air. I could almost taste it.
Then, outta nowhere, I see this dude trying to parallel park his car. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. He’s goin’ back and forth, back and forth. I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Finally, he gets out, throws his hands up, and walks away. Classic Loiza moment, right?
But then, things took a turn. I’m walkin’ past the Plaza de Recreo, and I see a crowd. Naturally, I’m nosy, so I go check it out. Turns out, there’s a local artist painting a mural. It was dope! Bright colors, all about our culture. I felt proud, ya know? Like, this is my home.
But then, I overhear some folks complainin’ about the government. “They don’t care about us!” one lady shouts. And I’m like, “Preach!” It’s true, though. We got potholes bigger than my dreams on Calle 65. It’s frustrating.
So, I’m feelin’ all these emotions—happy, angry, proud. It’s a rollercoaster, man. I decide to head to the beach to cool off. Playa de Piñones is packed. Families, kids, music blaring. I grab a coconut water, and it’s like heaven in a shell.
But then, I see this kid runnin’ towards the water, and I’m like, “No, no, no!” He slips and falls right into the waves. I’m thinkin’, “This kid’s gonna get swept away!” But his mom dives in, grabs him, and pulls him out. Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m just relieved.
As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this insane orange. I’m sittin’ on the sand, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. From empanada drama to mural magic, it’s all part of Loiza.
I head home, exhausted but happy. I love this place, even with its chaos. It’s home, ya know? And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Loiza, full of surprises and a whole lotta heart.