Man, what a day! I woke up in San Lorenzo, PR, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Calle San Patricio for breakfast. You know, the usual—mangu and eggs. But the place was packed! Like, I’m talkin’ standing room only. I’m like, “C’mon, people, it’s just breakfast!” But whatever, I’m patient. I finally snagged a seat, and the waiter was like, “Sorry for the wait.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the food, not a therapy session.”
After that, I decided to stroll down Avenida Juan Ponce de León. Beautiful street, right? But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. I’m like, “Really? This is how we’re starting?” I swear, that bird was aiming for me. I laughed it off, but inside, I was fuming.
So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the bird drama, and I bump into my buddy, Carlos. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out this new spot on Calle 65.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” We head over, and it’s this tiny bar with live music. I’m talking about a local band that’s fire! They were playing salsa, and I couldn’t help but dance. I mean, who doesn’t love a good salsa beat?
But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Classic San Lorenzo, right? The whole block goes dark. I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even see my drink.” But the band keeps playing! They’re jamming in the dark, and it’s actually kinda cool. I’m laughing, thinking, “Only in San Lorenzo, man.”
After the power came back, I was feeling good. I decided to hit up the beach at Playa de San Lorenzo. The sun was shining, and the waves were perfect. I plopped down on the sand, soaking it all in. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Dude, that kite is higher than my dreams!”
But then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind comes and WHAM! The kite crashes right next to me. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Hey, it’s just a kite, buddy!” But I felt bad, so I gave him my drink. I mean, it was just a soda, but it made him smile.
Then, I decided to head back home. But guess what? I got lost! I took a wrong turn on Calle de la Cruz. I’m wandering around, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I ended up in this sketchy alley. I thought I was gonna get mugged or something. But then, I see this old man playing the guitar. He was strumming some old Puerto Rican folk tunes. I stopped, listened, and it was like magic.
I finally found my way back, but not before I bought a bunch of empanadas from a street vendor. Best decision ever! I was munching on those while walking home, feeling like a king.
So, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. San Lorenzo, man, you never know what you’re gonna get. But that’s what I love about this place. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s home.
And that’s a wrap on my crazy day!