After zip lining (which excluded me, natch), we took to the streets of Old San Juan.
As expected, buildings painted vibrant peach, yellow, and green-blue hues stood side-by-side. Sadly, many of them donned signs like Pizza Hut and Subway, or were shuttered with for sale signs. Puerto Rico’s economy for a number of reasons is in a slump, and there is rampant evidence of it.
In other spots of the city, time seems to be standing still. One such time-warp seems to be the El Convento Hotel, which opened it doors originally as a convent. It’s been turned into a lovely hotel and restaurant, trees sprouting through a center courtyard, portraits hanging on the walls, massive iron chandeliers.
Nuns, buried on site, are reported to “visit” guests, the swishing of the gowns awaking people in the middle of the night. Although we did a little “soul searching” as we poked around, we did not spot any ghosts. We did spot a number of feral cats, half-hidden under cars and out of the sun, but causing us to jump more than once as they darted out into the sidewalks in front of us.
We also visited one of the two forts in the city, El Morrow. The first part of this particular fort was built in the 1500s and housed the cannon used to defend the port. The kitchen, with its massive ovens, was particularly interesting. But nothing beat the skin-tingling breezes and beyond-description views…
So much history, unparalleled beauty, such friendly locals… and not nearly enough time.
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