This past summer (and yes this summer seems over) I had a chance to travel to Puerto Rico. Well, I didn’t have a chance. I made it happen. I took my son with me as the protests were winding down over the governor. This was the summer of fun, whimsy, and travel. I’m still craving the french fries I ate in Key West. They were absolutely divine. But that is another topic for another day. I thought it would be educational, yet fun for my son to visit Puerto Rico. And, it was so on many levels.
We stayed in the Condado area on the beach. We got a chance to see many revitalized and buzzing areas and neighborhoods. The pools and bars were full with many tourists which warmed my heart to see.
We also made our way to El Viejo San Juan (old San Juan) where there were protest signs and graffiti everywhere. The island was in political turmoil. Yet, there was grand joy in the streets and a grand sense of vibrancy. Despite the 90+ degree weather we walked everywhere.
We then walked to an area called La Perla. Or rather we were right above it. And, I was saddened to have to explain to my son why the roofs looked the way that they did.
There’s vibrancy and grand will. But there is also pain and trauma. Kids were crying when they heard a hurricane may be striking there again. For now, there is grand relief. But those roofs need some TLC.