Last year they had an ice rink. Being much more practical this year, the Mayaguez plaza had carnival rides, DJs, and food vendors. Super fun and not many people there on a Monday night.
The carousel was free! Thanks city.
We ran into a school friend. And Trevor did a skating lift with her, naturally.
The ferris wheel in front of the church.
I opted out of the Tilt-O-Whirl. I’m getting old 🙁
Trevor suggested I take a photo of the architecture and the moon. Here ya go babe. 🙂
It’s still a little weird to be in such warm weather so close to Christmas. But this definitely put me in the spirit!
Mayaguez LOVES speed bumps. On my route between school and my gym, I bump on top of more than 20! (my poor shocks). The city recently added two fresh ones. Did the residents request it? Who knows…but it has amounted to some hilarious passive aggressive behaviors.
When the bumps first arrived drivers were just avoiding one by driving on the grass around it. So someone stacked a tidy pile of rocks on the flat grass. A nice little way of saying, hey, don’t drive on the grass.
Which apparently didn’t keep people from not driving on the grass. So, someone added more piles of rocks.
A few days later Trevor told me he actually saw someone throwing the rocks into the bushes down the hill there. Sorry for the blurry pic. Someone was behind me and it was raining. Adios rocas. Hahaha. What next will we see? 🙂
Our friends organized a horse ride for a small group of us in Cabo Rojo. What a great idea and something we wouldn’t have done by ourselves!
Mount up or ride in the carriage – your choice (but sitting in the saddle will cost you $30 extra. Twas worth it!)
On the map above, the star on the upper left is the farm and that blue dot was where we were halfway thru the trek. Gracias mother earth for nice weather. Breezes and a bright overcast sky. Excellent considering the trail wasn’t shady at all.
Beautiful panoramic views illustrated Puerto Rico’s natural beauty. It was simply delightful to saunter on the horse behind the wagon. The horse riders mostly rode in a comfortable, contemplative silence and my soul soaked it in.My girl and I on the horse named Rusio. She road with me a quarter mile until her squished hips and legs couldn’t take it anymore. This saddle was definitely made for one cowgirl at a time.
So, our weekend was filled with fighter jets. This dead one parked at the Parque Tomas Palmares in Dorado.
Except it was closed when we arrived. Boo.
The next day was the Air Show featuring the Thunderbirds!! (Cue AC/DC music here)
But then the police came by and told everyone to get off the wall. So we did. And then 10 minutes later more people came and sat back on the wall and some of the people who had gotten off got back on. I was tempted to do the same but Trevor is an outstanding law-abiding citizen. So we stayed put on the grass. And stared at a wall. Obviously, an airshow is in the AIR. But still, I was seething with the injustice of getting there early enough to score great seats then being superseded. The show began and I was so irate I made our whole family relocate.
The first act was a xxx that just flew back and forth. Then some police helicopters, Cessna and a police boat below. Not extremely exciting. But what I did like was the search and rescue helicopter. It dropped a rescuer into the water, the chopper circled over the city then returned to the diver who lit a flair. If we hadn’t relocated our seats, we would’ve missed that demo.
My daughter was ready to leave before the Thunderbirds even came out.
After a 20 minute pause…
Basically, the meat of the show were these guys. They fly their wingtips within an soda-can width of each other. It was a fun show. But, airshow snobs that we are, it wasn’t anything that we hadn’t seen before.
And at the end, we couldn’t determine if it was worth it. The sun, the crowds, the biting ants, the lackluster opening acts. I think we left our conclusion undetermined because we didn’t want to bad mouth the event, our efforts, our times, or our choice to attend. And if we hadn’t gone, we would’ve wondered if we shoulda gone.
It took us 40 minutes to leave Old San Juan with the traffic. This only aggravated our mixed emotions, so we soothed ourselves with 2000 calories delivered via Macaroni Grill and Cold Stone Creamery in Caguas.
…..later my massage therapist told me they don’t want people sitting on the old fort walls because they want to preserve them, not destroy them. oh. make sense
I’ve lived here a year and I still don’t know street names. Obviously I know MY street name but outside my little neighborhood? Uh. Not really. Actually, the name of the main street in my gated neighborhood escapes my memory while writing this.
Besides a couple of the main ones like Hwy 2, and Post Street (which also has two other names) I couldn’t tell you even the street names I use everyday to get to school.
The lack of street signs is prohibitive to giving directions, but since people are so used to using landmarks, everyone expects it. If the intersection has no signs, it’s just easier to say “Turn left at the Denny’s” or “just after mile marker 5.6”
Sometimes our GPS takes about 6 solid seconds to spit out some long street names and by the time she says “in a quarter mile” we are already at the turn!
There are a couple of streets with simple names like Calle A, which intersects with Calle AA. (Which is really funny to hear the GPS lady say, which is the only reason I know the name of the road. Go ahead, say Calle AA out loud. Btw, you pronounce ‘calle’ like kai-yay. Now say AA in English. Teehee)