Breakfast AGAIN!
And Rafa had plantains AGAIN.
And I had pancakes AGAIN. And BACON AGAIN.
Have you ever seen anyone so happy for breakfast?
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A restaurant under a banyan tree.
Very cool signage at a local veterinary hospital.
The Banyan Tree
Rabindranath Tagore
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
have you forgotten the little chile, like the birds that have
nested in your branches and left you?
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at
the tangle of your roots and plunged underground?
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond, and your
huge black shadow would wriggle on the water like sleep struggling
to wake up.
Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles
weaving golden tapestry.
Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows, and
the child would sit still and think.
He longed to be the wind and blow through your resting
branches, to be your shadow and lengthen with the day on the water,
to be a bird and perch on your topmost twig, and to float like
those ducks among the weeds and shadows.
Look at those glutes!
Underpass art.
Median art near local architecture.
Local beach. We were the only two people there!
Now, where's that Corona?
Had to do it.
Lagoon.
Perfect timing.
Some slum cats, living it up at one of the most expensive malls in San Juan.
El Mercado de Paseo Caribe food court.
Food from El Pilón de Ana.
And dessert.
A look back to the bridge.
Reminds me of Gilligan's Island for some reason.
Microbus!
He's not strong enough to move it by pedal power. Oh, wait. There are no pedals.
Everyone needs a hummingbird shelf.
Just some more local flower. Mostly growing wild.
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