September 28th, 2010
Once again I found myself traveling to the island of Puerto Rico. I have told you that I grew up here and coming back stirs all kinds of emotions. This time I flew from Baltimore, Maryland, and the flight was quiet; that was strange because loud is more like it should have been.
The airport in San Juan was quiet, as well, and the luggage was on time. What was going on? I hope this Island of Enchantment was not changing.
That was just a little teaser, soon enough there were the traffic jams, the loudspeakers on top of cars; I don’t know what they were announcing since elections are not at this time. Potholes, many, as well as crowded streets.
But then, as I unpacked and went on a walk with Margie on the beach in Isla Verde, I smelled it again. It was that smell; only indigenous to this Caribbean Island; salitre. It is that salt mixed with seaweed and I don’t know what else but brings so many good memories of growing up in Puerto Rico.
The palm trees and the coconuts on this stretch of beach are particularly beautiful. I think it is funny that if you live here you do not notice the scenery, but it is only when you are away that you learn to appreciate it.
I am the best public relations spokesperson for the Puertorican Piraguas. They are the best, truly delicious. The moment I saw the cart in Ocean Park I stopped and I had one with cream, tamarind and frambuesa. I have a picture but it will come in the next post. I am traveling today. Just watching the “piraguero” do his thing; shaving the ice and pouring the syrups was priceless, to me.
A surprise birhtday party, a family reunion, seeing old friends again, eating chicharrones de pollo, walking on Ashford Ave., yes, it has been a nice week-end.
I am thinking that there are a lot of things that need to improve in this island. The economy for once and with that improving, maybe the crime situation can be improved as well.
But, no, I don’t want anything else to change including the traffic jams, potholes, and the crowded streets. Afterall, it is what makes the island; it would not be Puerto Rico without all these imperfections.
I will talk to you later….hasta luego…nos vemos….
May 28th, 2010
A week ago I flew from the Philadelphia Airport back to the Island of Puerto Rico. I was really looking forward to that grade school reunion. I know that really does not exist, right? Well, the Igualitos made it happen.
The airport was quiet again, and my gate was not as rambunctious as the last time. We also left on time, which is a miracle in itself, if you are leaving from the City of Brotherly Love.
The plane was full to capacity and the person sitting next to me was not saying much. He was plugged in, but not for long since I engaged him in conversation about his passion; bikes, as in motorcycles. Harleys to say the least. I told him that I did not think that women looked that great from the rear on any bike; doesn’t matter how good they are. But, it is that sense of freedom and adventure, he said; agreeing with me about that rear view, at the same time.
Arriving at Hacienda Pellerano was a treat, once again. My room was ready, my robes were hanging, the pool was clean, the mango tree had beautiful leaves, and my hostesses, Mr. and Mrs. P. were ready to put up with me.
On that evening, as we were eating outdoors, the night was just amazing. Not steamy hot as during the day but a calm breeze. The combination of the good company, great food, engaging conversation and the symphony of that Island’s indigenous frog, the ever present, Coqui, made it surreal. And, Priceless!!
And, that is how my trip to Puerto Rico started….
Should I continue? Of course, I will.
Even though I have not been visiting La Isla del Encanto for many years, I will have to tell you that there is nothing like Old San Juan. That old city of 500 plus years is just beautiful and the combination of its buildings, views, blue cobblestones (adoquines), restaurants, festivals and narrow streets brings very good memories.
I mentioned narrow streets but Old San Juan is also the home of one of the narrowest houses in the world. It is called La Casa Estrecha, and it is located on Tetuan Street (Calle Tetuan). And, you cannot miss it since its bright yellow color makes it stand-out. The house is in the Guinness Book of Records.
Tetuan Street
There are 12 Narrowest Homes in the World and this is one of them. Sometimes its designation is that it is the narrowest.
La Casa Estrecha (The Narrow House)
Space constraints, plots and sometimes even spite have made people build these houses around the globe. They have sprouted under the tightest spaces.
La Casa Estrecha in Old San Juan has taken the meaning of coziness to a different level.
From the outside it measured 5’4″. But, from the interior walls it is only 5 feet wide. It has 2 stories high and it stretches 36 feet back. It really was a residence, but I believe that it is going through renovations in order to become an art gallery; probably more fitting.
Yes, I am continuing…
Anyone that knows me, knows that I have always said that the Snow Cones or Piraguas in Puerto Rico are really the best. I am a Frustrated Piraguera. Since I did not have one on my last trip, I decided that I needed to have one on that day and in Old San Juan. It was late in the afternoon and a light rain was falling over the City.
Getting stuck in a traffic jam at that time of the day was a little unnerving, but that happens in Old San Juan and you just put up with it.
I was looking for the old, wooden, yellow and red piragua carts. Guess what? Those wooden carts do not exist anymore. They have been replaced by stainless steel ones and the piraguero told me that the old ones contained too much humidity.
I finally get my Piragua (snow cone). I watched him shave that ice, right from the block of ice and, what happened with the cone? Now they are served on a plastic cup. He shaped it just like old times, but will it taste the same? You bet, it did. It was delicious and my favorite flavor was just as good; Cream.
Shaping the shaved ice
My favorite - Cream
Sorry, Washington Heights in Harlem, New York. I went on a quest for your snow cones a few years ago and I have to tell you just like I told you then, that the snow cones in the Island of Puerto Rico are the best, no question about it.
That’s all for this morning….there is plenty more from that Island… and I hope you keep reading about it….
Talk to you later…
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