Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Yabucoa. Wow, just wow. I woke up thinkin’ it was gonna be chill, ya know? But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I hit up Calle 5. I was just tryna grab some coffee at that little spot, Café Yabucoa. Best coffee, no cap. But guess what? They ran outta coffee! Like, how do you run outta coffee in a coffee shop? I was like, “Are you serious right now?” I mean, c’mon, it’s Yabucoa!
So, I’m all grumpy, right? I decide to walk it off. I stroll down to the beach, Playa Yabucoa. The sun’s shining, waves crashing, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! Like, dude, that was my lunch! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”
After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I hit up the local market on Calle 3. Man, the vibe there is always lit. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the people are super friendly. I’m chatting with this old lady selling mangos. She’s got the best stories. She tells me about how Yabucoa used to be a sugar cane town. I’m like, “Wow, history lesson while I shop? Sign me up!”
But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a pineapple. Like, bro, it’s a pineapple, not a car! I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Some people just don’t get it.
So, I finally grab some mangos and head to the park, Parque de la Libertad. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Kids are playing, families are chillin’. I sit down, take a bite of my mango, and it’s like heaven. Sweet, juicy, perfection. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, there’s a parade or something happening on Calle 1.
I’m like, “What’s going on?” So, I wander over. It’s a whole festival! Music blasting, people dancing, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I mean, who doesn’t love a good party? I even joined in for a bit. I can’t dance for crap, but who cares?
Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Carlos. We used to run around Yabucoa as kids. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like when we’d sneak into the old sugar mill. Man, those were some wild times.
But then, the mood shifts. Carlos tells me about how some folks are trying to tear down the old mill for new condos. I’m like, “No way! That place is part of our history!” It made me mad, ya know? Like, can’t we keep some of our roots?
As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, nostalgic. Yabucoa is a wild ride, man. I love this place, but sometimes it feels like we’re losing it.
I head back home, thinking about the day. It was crazy, unexpected, and full of life. Just another day in Yabucoa, I guess. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.