A year after the short visit to San Juan, we return to puerto rico, this time to visit the entire island. The dream team comprises Maria, Lillian, Shane, Mathias and myself. The trip starts off in Viejo San Juan, in a little hotel right in the middle of the old city. After a few adventures at the airport, we set off to conquer the city. And this time we're not just looking at the glory of the colonial buildings and rich plazzas. We reach the guts and gutters of the city's poverty. On the other side of the Morro fortress lies a beach abandonned with trash, buildings falling appart, cement ruins in disarray. After this initial shock, we head back to the city we love, back to the dream world where everything is paved with beauty. And it's a series of traditional restaurants, our favorite El Jibarito restaurant, a little bar sheltered in the freshness of centennial trees, and then shopping, just in time to watch the most colorful sunset. As night comes along, we find a little bar called "La Rumba", filled with locals dancing salsa to the beat of a ten-piece Cuban band. People are not there to flirt, or find dates, they're there to dance. We're absorbed in this heat of ceasless motion, always stronger and always faster.
