Man, what a day! I woke up in San-Sebastian, PR, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit up Calle José de Diego for breakfast. You know, the usual—bacon, eggs, and a café con leche that could wake the dead. I swear, that coffee was like rocket fuel. I was buzzing! But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. My boss wants me to do a refractor job at the last minute. Ugh!
So, I’m chugging my coffee, running down Calle Antonio R. Barceló, dodging tourists like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Seriously, these folks walk slow. Like, come on! I got places to be!
Finally, I get to the job site. It’s this old building on Calle San Francisco. I’m all set up, and then I realize I forgot my tools. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just great.” So, I sprint back to my place, which is a whole trek. I’m sweating like a pig by the time I get back.
But then, the real fun starts. I’m working on this refractor, and it’s being a total diva. I’m twisting knobs, adjusting lenses, and it’s just not cooperating. I’m talking to it like it’s a stubborn child. “C’mon, work with me here!”
Then, outta nowhere, this random cat jumps on my workbench. I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But the cat’s just chilling, like it owns the place. I can’t even be mad. It’s a cute cat. I name it “Refracto.”
After finally getting the job done, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m sprinting down Calle de la Playa, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little bar, and it’s packed. I order a piña colada, because why not?
While I’m sipping my drink, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. “You never listen!” “Well, you never stop talking!” I’m cracking up.
Then, the rain stops, and I decide to stroll around. I hit up Plaza de la Libertad. It’s beautiful, man. The vibe is just right. I see some kids playing, and it reminds me of my childhood. I used to run around here, causing chaos.
But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and he’s actually really good. I toss him a couple of bucks. He looks at me like I’m a rockstar. I’m like, “Nah, man, you’re the real deal.”
As the sun sets, I’m walking back home, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, tired, a bit angry at the cat for interrupting my work. But mostly just grateful. San-Sebastian has this way of surprising you.
I get home, plop on my couch, and think, “What a day.” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the craziness, it’s my city. My chaotic, beautiful San-Sebastian.