However, you've gotta see this to believe it...
The first week that I was here, I was walking late one evening back to my hotel. I was on the sidewalk, but there was very little light. As I was walking along, minding my own business, my heart skipped a beat as I narrowly missed stepping in a pothole. At first (because of the low light) I thought to myself, "Self, you could have stepped into that hole and twisted your ankle." Here's a view of the pothole from a few paces away:


Seriously, if my stride were any less manly and purposeful than it is - I would have found myself chest-high in a huge, unmarked hole in the middle of an Old San Juan sidewalk. This is the kind of hole that I dreamed of digging in my backyard as a ten-year-old to capture the Sasquatch! Which made me wonder if maybe there weren't some local teenagers hiding in the bushes waiting to "help" a hapless tourist like yours truly that was less lucky than yours truly. Nah...
The Puerto Rican pace is, well... relaxed. As evidence, I cite the picture below. A construction crew consisting of three men is replacing an intersection in Old San Juan. The additional 17 individuals pictured (+ another 10-12 out of frame) are part of the essential Moral Support Team. Plus, the Moral Support Team Captain (seated on curb and talking on cell phone) is busy calling MST HQ for reinforcements.

1 comment:
ok, i laughed right out loud at the pothole story and the PR to China dig comment. nicely done... oh, i'm an old friend of amy's who used to play viola in orchestra in high school and folks own daylight donuts
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