My lovely week in Puerto Rico is over. I managed to leave without sobbing like an Italian mafia widow at the airport but I did get the requisite amount of subtle tears (two) out on the plane as we took off, my take-off delayed by the presence of a five foot long iguana on the runway, which being endangered species in PR had to be shooed off by three security guards.
I cannot believe how much more familiar and homey PR feels than it did when I was young. What’s most familiar, perhaps, is the way that people are, and that’s probably because I’ve finally realized that, even though I may not have the same slang or be into the same things that I always assumed people there were into, it doesn’t matter in the least—I drop the s off the end of my words, just like everyone else, and I can eat a medianoche (Cuban pork, ham, and swiss cheese sandwich on soft, slightly sweet yellow bread) at midnight and not die of indigestion (much less be put off by the idea of eating it at that time), and my cousin’s cousin is my cousin and my uncle’s colleague friend is my uncle, and I know who needs to be asked about, and I know that you never say no to any relative’s food offerings, no matter how full you are. And, when the temps go down to 75, I shiver just like my peoples and complain about the cold.
THAT is what matters.
So let’s get back to business and talk about the rest of my time there, shall we?
We woke up to some tentatively sunny skies and went to Ocean Park beach in hopes that the sun wouldn’t disappear. It didn’t!
After a couple of hours of beachery, we made our sandy way to my uncle’s house, where my uncle, cousins, pool, cold beer, rice with onions and bacon, and churrasco were waiting:
As were a set of masks bought for my uncle’s gradnson’s party last month. What can I say? Give us masks and we’ll wear them:
After more than enough fun, I was deposited back at my aunt’s house, ready for some good sleep.
I started the day off the way every day should be started off, with mallorca bread, coffee and juice:
We then rushed off to do a bit of last-minute touristy shopping in Old San Juan (and some unavoidable sandal shopping at the Old San Juan Marshall’s–it may sound like a lame thing to do, but they have the best shoe selection of any shop in PR, as far as me and my well-dressed female relatives contingent are concerned). We then met with my aunt and took the ferry to Catano, a small town on the other side of the lagoon from San Juan, with the sole purpose of finding ourselves some great mofongo:
For the uninitiated, mofongo is a dish made from fried plantain slices that are mashed up with garlic into a ball with an indent or hole in the center, into which a variety of fillings can be added. The most traditional is bacon or fried bits of pork, but I couldn’t contain my excitement when I saw that they had garlic prawn mofongo on the menu, so that’s what I had:
It was the size of my head. I heroically ate about half, and sampled some of Linz’s (made with garlicky chicken and sweet plantain):
And my aunt’s, which was the more traditional pork-filled mofongo:
Stuffed much? Plenty–and we still had to manage a pizza dinner at my grandfather’s that night. I am almost ashamed to admit it, but a few hours later, I managed to make a dent in the pizza just fine:
I can honestly say that Thursday’s eatings were beyond too tasty and too much–there will be plenty of brothy soups and fresh salads after the fried-and-cheesy-fest.
My last day in PR rolled in way too quickly. I finished my packing, savored a last breakfast at my aunt Annie’s house (mallorca bread and coffee again–when in Rome, right?), and said my goodbyes to my favorites of her seven cats:
We then went to my grandmother’s house for some goodbyes, and being a good Puerto Rican family, that just couldn’t happen without a veritable parade of fried goodies appearing out of thin air from my grandmother’s kitchen:
And then, before I knew it, my uncle arrived to give me a lift to the airport and it was time to go, sniff sniff….
Sigh. It’s not even worth saying, but I had a great time, and I can’t wait to go back next year–and hopefully stay for good sometime.
So life goes back to normal around here, in hot reassuring Trinidad. I’ll be back tomorrow with the usual topics, including some new additions to the household goods department around here…