Showing posts with label Local. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Local. Show all posts

LAZY SATURDAY | Walking in Old San Juan

April 12, 2014





Happy Lazy Saturday!

Hope you get to do all the things you like this weekend and maybe enjoy this video as well over a coffee break.

I absolutely love going to Old San Juan even though I have gone countless times. It’s always a great place to take a walk, take pictures and enjoy great restaurants. This time we just walked around for an afternoon and visited the famous park Parque de las Palomas, a small area overlooking San Juan where pigeons live and get fed by tourists and locals. 

This doesn’t even begin to cover all the things and places you can visit in the Spaniard influenced part of town, but it’s a nice glimpse of its architecture and its vibe.

Have a great weekend!

M xox

LAZY SATURDAY | Caves in Puerto Rico

April 05, 2014








Here’s another video of a cave in Puerto Rico for a no-words Lazy Saturday. La Cueva del Indio, the Indian’s Cave is right on the shore of Arecibo, a rocky barrier of limestone where you can see native’s petroglyphs at the bottom of the cave. The crashing waves make this a bit of a dangerous hike, depending on the weather and the wind, but an incomparable view.

Enjoy!

M xox





Cueva Ventana: A Burst of Light

March 19, 2014



“Did you bring a flashlight?” a hiker asked me when our paths crossed in the middle of the rocky trail, me heading towards the cave, him already on his way out.

“No. Do I really need one?” I hesitated.

“It’s pitch black in there for quite a while. Until you get to the view.”

He must have sensed my sudden worry for he added “Don’t worry. A cell phone will do just fine. Enjoy!” he said over his shoulder as he walked away.

We decided to spontaneously visit Cueva Ventana, roughly translated 'Window Cave', because everyone always said the view was to die for and the pictures often come out as a snap meant for a postcard. The ‘window’ part of the name refers to that view the hiker mentioned, an enormous hole at the end of the cave that displays the green plains and river of Arecibo, Puerto Rico. Nature’s window.

The drive on Road 10 towards the mountains of Utuado took us to our destination that can be easily missed since all there is to announce it is a wood sign next to a gas station that reads Cueva Ventana.


While it used to be an ‘on your own’ kind of experience, without any guidance or tours, they are currently charging $3 per person, for regulation purposes and because the cave is located in private property. 

It’s not crowded but people are always coming and going, the newcomers excited as they start their hike and the one’s leaving always giving tips and tricks as to how to find the place. 

I imagined sneakers and worn in clothes were a must for a fifteen minute hike through the mountains. But the heads up for a flashlight felt like I was headed for more dangerous, risky type of adventure and I need to mentally prepare for those.

After the short walk, fit for pretty much anyone, we reached a rocky descent into darkness. The people gathering around or waiting for their friends to come out signaled we had arrived.


The cavernous entrance demonstrated a tricky climb down into the cave and the rest was to dark to make out. The slippery rocks and the mud made each step down a possible hazard and a sure promise to fall over the bigger rocks accumulated on either side. Even with the thick rope tied to a tree to help people on their way down, the descent is slow and steady but people didn’t seem to mind. Once inside the cave, the surface is relatively smooth but not necessarily flat.

The remaining light guided us a few yards in the right direction but soon enough, we were surrounded by silent obscurity. We were lucky to have one among us with a flashlight app in his iPhone. He led the way and we walked very close together, trying not to disturb the bats that flew by the stalagmites while containing any cowardice we brought along.

The natural silence in the cave and the lack of direction were only accentuated with the darkness that covered the unfamiliarity of our surroundings. However, even if we were not a big group, only five of us, there were others before us and the people who already knew the way kindly told us to go straight ahead. “You can’t miss it.”

Only three minutes in, we noticed a stream of light coming from a narrow path. We had to squat and squeeze through it but the guidance of stronger light was unmistakable. We were almost there.

After we all made it through, there was no need for the artificial iPhone light. This spacious part of the cave was fully illuminated by an enormous opening at the very end. At first it is hard to I walked closer and the surface started to incline, the famous view was exposed. 


People sat around, some close to the edge of a free fall, others on a flatter, safer surface, to admire the view of the wide plains of the bordering town, Arecibo.

The textures and patterns of green in the landscape are cut in the middle by the curving river that looks so small from such a distance. It’s not until I noticed the  miniature size of the trees that I realize how high up we have been the entire time. 

It sent a sense of unease through me, but not as much as seeing the young kids daring each other to get closer to the edge. Some sat right on it, their legs dangling while resting their weight back on their arms. I’m all for double dog dares, but this one, I sat out.

The view continued to amaze me. From all the pictures of my friends’ silhouette with the view as the background, it seemed the ‘window’ was much smaller, literally an opening you could peek through. But this was something else, like the cave had crumbled down to create a back entrance. It was luminous and beautiful, worth sitting down a few minutes to take it in.

Or take funny pictures.



After we finished admiring nature’s beautiful accident, we headed back this time not worrying so much about the bats that watched us upside down and seemed at ease with our presence. 

As we climbed out pulling ourselves up by the rope, excited newcomers asked us if it was cool. “Very cool”, we replied.

“You have a flash light, right?” we asked them as they were mid way down. 

They hesitated as they looked at each other for a response. Amateurs.

LAZY SATURDAY | My Birthday

February 22, 2014




My birthday was in December, same day as good old Ozzy Osbourne. Instead of going crazy with a party, I simply pleased all the little whims that occurred to me at the moment. I find the more I plan my birthday, the more I'm set up for disappointment. Friends cancel, people have plans, that amazing restaurant gets booked. 

So I spent the day with my Mom, took a stroll to Old San Juan and the The Fort El Morro, shopped for a few gifts and had a birthday cupcake. It was one of my favorite birthdays.










I hope you have a lovely weekend!

M. xo









LAZY SATURDAY | Old San Juan

February 15, 2014

It's Saturday. A day to relax, say yes to carbs and to binge watch whatever series you are into at the moment.

Maybe it's your day to catch up on your blog reading. But I will make that a bit easier by not giving you 1,000 words to read. Just some pictures of a day of me strolling around without any explanation.

This time, I went for a little walk in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. The district of the city from the Spaniard's governing is quaint and fun to walk around on. 










Enjoy!

Wynwood in the Dark

February 03, 2014



One of the reasons I’ve always wanted to move to a city is to enjoy the art scene and its constant change that only thrives in a bustling metropolis. Like many people who visit Miami only for its beaches and night life, I thought I would have no such luck in this new home of mine. 


Turns out, I had gotten it more wrong than I could have imagined.


It was a late Saturday night and my plans consisted of eating take out and binge watching FRIENDS for the millionth time. I was told there was something called an Art Walk at this trendy neighbourhood called Wynwood, only fifteen minutes away from where I lived, where every second Saturday of the month people show up to enjoy the latest exhibitions accompanied by free wine. I had heard of the name Wynwood many times and with it came great recommendations for anyone who had a bohemian soul. So with a not so sincere apology to my chicken tacos, I grabbed my denim jacket and headed out.


The short drive took me through the dark desolated part of the neighbourhood, small houses and storage buildings. For a moment I thought I took a wrong turn but the residue of spray paint on the sidewalks signalled I was close. With every passing street, the concrete walls of one story buildings became canvases for street artists. No building from here on out was untouched by a paint brush, the vibrant colors creating murals with urban motifs. 




One more block, and the avenue was swarmed with visitors and locals who walked around, selecting at a whim the next gallery they would visit. Others just enjoyed the murals, each one different to the next, as if it was an open air museum. The scene was like unadvertised big party that the high heeled wearing and expensive cocktail drinking crowd of South Beach wasn’t invited.







Completely taken by surprise by this burgeoning artistic neighbourhood only a few minutes from my apartment, all I could do was wander in amazement. The enormous murals were the front decoration of small restaurants, boutiques and pubs. Yet these murals were the fruit of the art bud that started everything eight years ago: The Wynwood Walls. Right next to Wynwood Kitchen & Bar, one of the first restaurants to be part of the development, Wynwood Walls are the collaboration of international street artists and the inspiration of many other locals who have left their signature on the nearby walls, slowly expanding the neighborhood.







The place was like nothing I had ever seen yet it felt strangely familiar in all its novelty. Like a home I had been searching without realizing or like the anchor necessary to finally feel I had moved from my country to Miami, and that was all right. It felt like the sparks of art inside my head had managed to escape and explode all around me into something welcoming. Just for me and I no longer had to live inside my head.




My introduction to Wynwood was intense and memorable but having met in the dark and for such short hours made everything feel surreal, like an magical circus passing by and come daylight, it would all be gone. 


I needed to come back, in the harsh light of day, without the buzzing crowd and the drinks, to see it without the allure of night and love it for what it really was.