lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2011

Blogs, frogs, dogs, planes and buses...and chickens = Brave New World

OK, now, the blog is easier to find at  So, if one came to San Juan to write, I suppose one must write, or the whole adventure is wasted.  Thus, it shall not be.  In an effort to hit the "reset" button, it became apparent that 11:11:11am on 11/11/11 was a moment that should not go to waste.  Fortunately, my dear friend, Andrea Hildebrand, answered this question, "what will you be doing at 11:11:11 am on 11/11/11?" with this answer - PRAYING!  I was struck by the simplicity and the magnitude of her answer and decided that was an excellent idea.  As God should have it, my version of that was neck deep in the Atlantic Ocean, completely immersed in His creation. 

Nothing can be verblized for that, other than the internal cleansing that it provided. It was (no pun intended) too deep. If I had wondered about all the chances and perceptions that walking on the highwire with no net had provided, they were pretty much set aside at that point.  There are so many people that I care about and so many reponsibilities that matter deeply to me.  I am still a little amazed that I had to take such drastic steps to be able to do right things, but I am now more certain than ever that doing the first right thing, getting on that plane, was indeed "the first right thing".

At any rate, my view is from the 16th story of a condo on Calle De Diego.  Today, I learned (way more than I had planned) about the train and bus system in San Juan.  Cancel your fears - it's CLEAN, it's FAST and it's ON TIME!  And for $7.50, you can go every place you want to go for a week!  I have never had the chance to be a train/bus person, and I will readily admit that doing so in a 2nd language presented its challenges, but I DID IT!  The system works, people are nice, and I don't mind walking out of the way when I'm too dense to follow or understand directions.

So that's trains and buses.  Frogs, as the Coqui has been discussed, continue to provide a sweet song from dusk until the wee morning hours.  Being on AST (Atlantic Standard Time) my clock is somewhat out of sync.  I finally saw the sunrise this morning, but it was before 6!  By 7 at night fuhgeddaboutit, it's dark!  But the Coqui is a nice indicator that you are indeed in the right neighborhood and on the right path.

Dogs.  Damn, but if everybody doesn't have one.  Had I known, I'd have made Dixie my carry-on.  One lady, as I may have mentioned before, brought her Pomeranian in a baby carrier on the flight from Miami to SJ, which was all cool until we descended.  Note:  teach your dog to chew gum or its little ears will pop and it will express itself in a most unpleasant matter (diplomatic enough?)

Chickens.  Damn, but if everybody doesn't have one.  I have NEVER been in a city as cosmopolitan as San Juan.  Millions of people, the 5:15 train was full of life, medical professionals, university students arguing over test questions...but from 3 in the morning until noon (and it's best to sleep with the windows open), you hear rooster after rooster after rooster.  Even in this 19 story condo, there are chickens in the courtyard.  CHICKENS!  It rains at eye level.  Airplane passenger can wave at us.  I can see Lake San Juan and the Atlantic Ocean and TALL buildings as far as the eye can see and there are CHICKENS!

And, despite all doubts, I did manage to find a radio station to get some studio work done.  Wonderful people, Manuel, Jorge, Edil and Ofeila with  Ismael gets the credit for that; having run by the station downtown and literally saying "there's one!".  And thus, the studio career continues and keeps the little ship-of-state going.

I'm reasonaby certain few are reading this, which is A-OK.  Lisa taught me that the creation of the art is the art.  Its observation is merely lagniappe.  Blessings on your heads (which Dana Keith is helping me work on in Spanish).  Love to you all!