i have an arcade fire . . . IN MY PANTS!!!
puerto rico mio.
the breeze blew my curtains in and out, like a deep sigh from the sea. i sat up with a start and looked around my room. nothing but a blurred, rhythmic blinking amber light shown in the solid darkness. my glasses, where are my glasses? i fumbled on my night stand, and knocked over a half empty bottle of water, something round and soft tumbled to the ground.
perhaps a mandarin?
boriqua whispers to me in the wind.
where the hell am i?
i had woken up with a start, as i often do when i travel, or return from traveling. i was covered in sweat and fresh from some sort of fear and loathing type hallucination. i glance around my room at things coming out of shadow and into focus. is that the ocean i hear? am i in a cabana? am i on the beach?
fuck yeah i am!
i started to piece it all together, the 4 hour flight to puerto rico (right?) the cold medicine. double dose, to knock me out. i glance at the clock. 4 am. apparently the tylenol PM had worn off. the hallucination was memorable, its why i stick with the brand.
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i am currently in san juan, puerto rico fulfilling the last leg of my travel journeys with foto loco, for the enrgy company. i will be here for another couple days before we head to the dominican republic, and then finally home. home sweet home.
i had no idea what to expect from PR. my only experience with puerto ricans has either been pollo asado, or yelling at them, late at night, from my LES apt window to turn down their music! PR is a lot like the states (i mean, it is part of america) in that they use dollars and EVERYONE speaks english, but in every other way it is a latin country.
guns. military. spanish. bad driving and the hustle.
its also falls into island mentality.
1) dont look at the taken women and dont take the women who are looking
2) dont trespass
follow these 2 golden rules and everything should be cool.
side note:those 2 things might be the only 2 things vinalhaven and PR have in common...not sure about that one.
i dont mean to make it sound bad though, the people here are WAY more friendly than the puerto ricans in nyc. MY BAD BORIQUENS. my bad.
no actually, the people here are quiet lovely. i am totally blown away. we have photographed some amazing stuff here:
the olympic boxer who single handedly kicked out ("with force" he says with a smile) the drug dealers from an abandoned lot in a barrio outside sanjuan. he then went on to build a kick ass baseball diamond, himself, for the local kids to play on. they have since formed leagues and play year round. pretty inspiring. the double d drug dealers have stayed away...for good reason. dude was fierce!
3 kings day:
my entourage hooked up with the mayor's entourage as he made the rounds through several barrios, handing out gifts to underprivelaged children. we spent several hours with him, and his moving trucks stuffed with toys! we were escorted by nearly the entire police dept. sirens wailing, we would roll 20-30 cars deep into these projects. from my own personal experience, when i would hear police sirens, i would run the other direction, for sure. but not on 3 kings day! the cops are friends with all the little hoodlums and their families and they all came running towards us! pretty cool.
at one point, i was up on a stage with foto loco, taking pictures of about 5000 kids waiting to collect their gifts from the mayor. in true PR fashion, the music was blasting! then at a certain point the kids just bum rushed the stage! it was nuts. there is nothing like getting man-handled by a 4 year old on a mission for the giant robot that happens to be right behind where you are standing! watch out! dude got all up in my face and stiffed armed me right out the way! go little man go!
wishing you a nuyorican new year
gotta get back to that ocean right outside my cabana window YO.
-the dc
the breeze blew my curtains in and out, like a deep sigh from the sea. i sat up with a start and looked around my room. nothing but a blurred, rhythmic blinking amber light shown in the solid darkness. my glasses, where are my glasses? i fumbled on my night stand, and knocked over a half empty bottle of water, something round and soft tumbled to the ground.
perhaps a mandarin?
boriqua whispers to me in the wind.
where the hell am i?
i had woken up with a start, as i often do when i travel, or return from traveling. i was covered in sweat and fresh from some sort of fear and loathing type hallucination. i glance around my room at things coming out of shadow and into focus. is that the ocean i hear? am i in a cabana? am i on the beach?
fuck yeah i am!
i started to piece it all together, the 4 hour flight to puerto rico (right?) the cold medicine. double dose, to knock me out. i glance at the clock. 4 am. apparently the tylenol PM had worn off. the hallucination was memorable, its why i stick with the brand.
-------
i am currently in san juan, puerto rico fulfilling the last leg of my travel journeys with foto loco, for the enrgy company. i will be here for another couple days before we head to the dominican republic, and then finally home. home sweet home.
i had no idea what to expect from PR. my only experience with puerto ricans has either been pollo asado, or yelling at them, late at night, from my LES apt window to turn down their music! PR is a lot like the states (i mean, it is part of america) in that they use dollars and EVERYONE speaks english, but in every other way it is a latin country.
guns. military. spanish. bad driving and the hustle.
its also falls into island mentality.
1) dont look at the taken women and dont take the women who are looking
2) dont trespass
follow these 2 golden rules and everything should be cool.
side note:those 2 things might be the only 2 things vinalhaven and PR have in common...not sure about that one.
i dont mean to make it sound bad though, the people here are WAY more friendly than the puerto ricans in nyc. MY BAD BORIQUENS. my bad.
no actually, the people here are quiet lovely. i am totally blown away. we have photographed some amazing stuff here:
the olympic boxer who single handedly kicked out ("with force" he says with a smile) the drug dealers from an abandoned lot in a barrio outside sanjuan. he then went on to build a kick ass baseball diamond, himself, for the local kids to play on. they have since formed leagues and play year round. pretty inspiring. the double d drug dealers have stayed away...for good reason. dude was fierce!
3 kings day:
my entourage hooked up with the mayor's entourage as he made the rounds through several barrios, handing out gifts to underprivelaged children. we spent several hours with him, and his moving trucks stuffed with toys! we were escorted by nearly the entire police dept. sirens wailing, we would roll 20-30 cars deep into these projects. from my own personal experience, when i would hear police sirens, i would run the other direction, for sure. but not on 3 kings day! the cops are friends with all the little hoodlums and their families and they all came running towards us! pretty cool.
at one point, i was up on a stage with foto loco, taking pictures of about 5000 kids waiting to collect their gifts from the mayor. in true PR fashion, the music was blasting! then at a certain point the kids just bum rushed the stage! it was nuts. there is nothing like getting man-handled by a 4 year old on a mission for the giant robot that happens to be right behind where you are standing! watch out! dude got all up in my face and stiffed armed me right out the way! go little man go!
wishing you a nuyorican new year
gotta get back to that ocean right outside my cabana window YO.
-the dc
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