I arrived March 26th. Everything went smoothly; my grandmother had NO clue that I was going to be there. When I arrived at her door she was pleasantly surprised. I was with my friend Sarah and I hate that it rained the ENTIRE time we were there but honestly, it didn’t matter to me. It was like I had never left…I remembered where everything was as I successfully weaved my way in and out of traffic. Blame it on the rain but the place that I call home looked so poor. Everything was where I left it (with the exception of Plaza del Caribe’s trademark carousel) but it seemed so solitary…so dark and gloomy. I didn’t care…there’s really NO PLACE LIKE HOME. I enjoyed every second that I was there and I had to hold back tears as we took off from San Juan. I can’t wait to go back again…I’m supposed to be going back on the 16th for Las Justas…my fellow Boricuas know EXACTLY what I’m talking about! Wish me luck!!
