My favorite place on the planet is Old San Juan Puerto Rico. I never tire of walking street after street. Each visit holds new surprises. If you end up walking with me you’re in trouble because I can walk forever.
I love the off balance sensation of stepping on gray worn cobblestone laid centuries before. I love the mystery of following unplanned paths that will eventually lead me to the deep blue oceans edge. There is no wrong way. There is no getting lost. Taking the challenging uphill walkway past a music school I saunter to the pace of bomba which will transform to salsa, reggaeton or merengue as I continue onward. At the top of Calle Cristo my eyes are greeted with an explosion of colors. On every facade is a festival for the eyes in a pattern eluding repetition. My eyes feasting on colors like candies; pilon lolipops, pasta de guayaba, coco-pina, miel con almendra, ajonjoli, limber de parcha, papaya-lechoza and crema de coco.