Man, what a day! I woke up in Yauco, PR, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I hit the road on Calle José de Diego. You know, the one that’s always packed? Yeah, that one. I’m just tryna get to my first site, right? But nooo, traffic’s a nightmare. I’m sittin’ there, fuming, like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!”
Finally, I get to this job site near Plaza de Recreo. Beautiful spot, but the client? Ugh. This dude was all over the place. One minute he’s like, “I want a modern kitchen,” and the next, “Nah, make it rustic.” Bro, pick a vibe! I’m here to estimate, not read your mind.
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, tropical storm level. I’m dodging puddles on Calle San Juan, trying to keep my notes dry. And of course, my umbrella flips inside out. Classic. I’m soaked, and my papers look like they’ve been through a blender.
But wait, it gets better. I’m standing there, drenched, when I spot this cute little café on Calle de la Cruz. I’m like, “Okay, I need a pick-me-up.” I order a café con leche, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, best coffee ever. I’m feelin’ good again.
Then, I head to the next site, right? It’s up on the hills near the Yauco River. Beautiful view, but the road? A total disaster. I’m bumpin’ around like I’m in a rollercoaster. I’m thinkin’, “Why do I do this to myself?” But then I see the view, and it’s like, “Okay, this is worth it.”
But then, I get there, and the contractor’s late. Like, really late. I’m standing there, checking my watch, and I’m like, “Dude, I got places to be!” Finally, he rolls up, and he’s all, “Sorry, man, traffic.” I’m like, “Yeah, I know. I was there.”
After that, I’m just ready to go home. But no, I gotta swing by the hardware store on Calle de la Libertad. I’m in there, and it’s packed. I’m trying to grab some supplies, but it’s like a game of dodgeball. I’m bumping into people, and I’m like, “Excuse me, sorry, my bad!”
Finally, I get what I need, and I’m outta there. But as I’m leaving, I see this street performer. He’s playing the cuatro, and it’s beautiful. I stop for a sec, and it’s like the universe is telling me to chill. I’m smiling, tapping my foot, and I forget about the craziness of the day.
But then, I remember I still gotta finish my estimates. So, I rush home, and I’m typing away, trying to make sense of my soggy notes. I’m like, “Why do I do this?” But then I think about the views, the coffee, and the music.
Yauco, man. It’s wild. It’s beautiful. It’s frustrating. But at the end of the day, it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.