Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Maricao. Woke up, sun blazin’ through my window. I’m a carpenter, right? So, I grab my tools, head out. But first, coffee. Gotta have that caffeine fix. Hit up this lil’ spot on Calle San Antonio. Best coffee in town, no cap.
So, I’m sippin’ my café con leche, and boom! I see this old dude, Mr. Ramos, tryin’ to fix his fence. Poor guy’s wrestlin’ with a bunch of wood like it’s a wild animal. I chuckle, but then I feel bad. I mean, I’ve been there. So, I offer to help.
We get to chattin’, and he starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Maricao. Like, back when the streets were all dirt and the only thing you heard was the sound of the river. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t even imagine!” But then he goes on about how the town’s changed. More tourists, less charm. I get it. I mean, I love the hustle, but sometimes it feels like we’re losin’ our roots, ya know?
After helpin’ Mr. Ramos, I head to the job site on Calle La Torre. It’s a new house, and the client wants this fancy deck. I’m all pumped, right? But then, surprise! The wood delivery is late. Like, seriously? I’m standin’ there, lookin’ at my watch, thinkin’ about how I could be chillin’ at the plaza instead.
Finally, the truck rolls up. But guess what? They sent the wrong size! I’m fumin’. I mean, c’mon! I could’ve built a whole deck with my bare hands in the time I wasted. So, I call the supplier, and let’s just say, my patience is wearin’ thin.
While I’m on the phone, I see this kid on a bike zoomin’ by. He’s got no helmet, just livin’ life. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna end up in the hospital!” But then I remember bein’ a kid, ridin’ around the streets of Maricao, feelin’ invincible.
After the wood drama, I finally get to work. I’m hammerin’ away, and it feels good. The sun’s settin’, and the view from Calle La Torre is insane. You can see the mountains, the trees, everything. It’s like a postcard. I take a moment, just breathin’ it all in.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m tryin’ to cover my tools, but it’s too late. I’m soaked. I’m laughin’ at myself, like, “Really? This is how it’s gonna be?”
So, I pack up and head home, drenched but happy. I pass by the plaza, and there’s a bunch of folks hangin’ out, laughin’, playin’ dominos. I stop for a sec, just to soak in the vibe. Maricao’s got this energy, man. It’s alive.
I get home, and my wife’s like, “You smell like a wet dog!” I laugh, tell her about my day. She rolls her eyes, but I can see she’s amused.
So yeah, that was my day in Maricao. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with it. And hey, tomorrow’s another day. More wood, more coffee, and hopefully, less rain!