~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Feeling much like the country mouse, and glad of it, our trip to San Juan, Santurce and that other place left me slightly footsore, really happy and full of new memories, almost while the events were happening. It was that good.
The March Against Monsanto wasn't starting until 2 and it was only just got off the 6:30 ferry o'clock in the morning, meaning we had hours to go. Hours to find the place where the March would begin (in front of the Department of Agriculture building, where else?) and orient ourselves a bit. The HUGE waiting crowds at the ferry in Fajardo were enough to disorient me; how long had those people been in line? Hordes, glossy with mugginess and waiting, laughing, glaring, bored, drunken, excited eyes watching us emerge from where they dearly wanted to be...good bye!
Getting the rental car went without a hitch; we were first in line, the reservation was where it should be and we were out of there in seven minutes. Incredible start, which was a sign. I just didn't pick up on it right away. World Car, I hardly knew ye. p.s. go for the Yaris! After all the
After finding the place, we saw no one, vacant sidewalks, plenty of parking, not a good thing pre-hoped for big event. Then a woman came down the sidewalk and we discovered we were all there for the march, the march that wasn't close to being born on that street yet. She and Peri got to talking and discovered they'd been neighbors 20 years ago in Old San Juan. 20 is a random number, let's just say it wasn't a few years ago, it was a LOT of years ago. She eventually went on her way and we decided to go have lunch. In the lovely way of times outside of time, a straight decision almost always follows a crooked path.
On the way to find lunch we came across some stunning street art. Pan told us later that there was an International Graffiti event in Santurce awhile back that was the reason for the creation of all of this mad art. Oh yes, we're in the city now, mami.
Somewhere in here Peri said, Forget this (me hanging out the window taking pictures), let's just stop and park. Go take pictures! Which I happily did.
So much visual assault of the best kind on my reeling eyes and brain, trying to process, wanting to go below the surface, and flailing... There was a lot I never captured at all, on overload, finally content to just look and know I could (whether I would or will, who knows?) come back another day and absorb. Peri was laughing as Mariel and I sort of roamed the streets, in the middle of them, treating this bizarre and wondrous space like a big outdoor museum. There really wasn't much traffic and it was all wonderfully gawkable.
It was still early and stomachs were growling. We headed over to the Plaza del Mercado to find some lunch. A bar had replaced an eatery but outside in the surrounding buildings one was open and serving (as the others were only slowly pulling back their awnings and gratings, tables stacked - which do you choose? the open one of course!).
|Just look for the purple building with the giant avocado statuary out front and you're there.|
|If you are in the area - wonderful food, with gracious old world service. What more is there?|
|You can feel and see a lot of history in this place|
|Why don't I write this stuff down? This is another classic dish of a lightly breaded chicken, insanely seasoned without being overpowering.|
|Mariel had the bigger (though far from the biggest) version of what I got. I just liked the bowl.|
However. Before my dear friend busts'a gut (please insert southern accent). This day was also Baby Jesus day. Something about patron saints, something old world Spanish, but I just saw a whole lotta Baby Jesus' in a box. Apparently, there are different groups who make a sort of shrine-ish place for this plethora of saint's days time of the year, with perhaps a smidgen of not quite Christ like competition going on between them. At the end, statues of the saints are given away. Pretend you are reading this tomorrow in the more proper order of how the day went. There will be more tomorrow, if I'm not struck dead tonight.
|Help me out of the box!|