Where I go to find a great kebab, which with its green lands and stonewalls makes me feel right at home. Although every visit is usually short, with kids running, screaming and the parents right behind, sometimes it makes it difficult to be at peace and quiet at this place I call home. Lying at the northwestern point of the island of Puerto Rico, there is a Fort named Castillo San Felipe del Morro, otherwise El Morro for short. It was made to protect San Juan’s bay from enemies. In 1961 The US Army retired from el Morro and the Fort became part of the National Park Service. Upon arrival to San Juan, everyone can appreciate the beautiful landscapes, the open sea and mysterious surrounding areas that can catch the eye of the viewer. While people use the common grounds as a playground for kids of all ages, others use it as an escape, for me as my time for peace and tranquility for my next task in life to come. Upon arrival to this Fort, you can see a small village called “La Perla” or in English the pearl, …show more content…
Moving my feet to this amazing feel of tranquility, I can smell the sea in the air, the salty mist that fills your lungs with new hope, the vendors in the alleys and corners with kebabs and all the Puerto Rican cuisine you can imagine in these small but efficient food trucks. My belly rumbling and my thoughts dispersed, following along the stone path with gold inserts, I look up at the sky and with a glance at the right direction with a flash hundreds of kites in the air, twisting, turning, going all around like a crazy show, focusing on where I want to go, children run, scream and shout and I can think to myself on what to do, with so much commotion it is difficult for anyone to think inside their inner self and have a moment of
It depicts a very interesting story about the California heritage. The place still looks as an old Mexican “pueblo”. Many old houses were turned in cafes and restaurants where people can go and enjoy the beautiful environment. Many of the cafes are inside of the house with a very unique way to spend the afternoon. The pueblo has a lot of stores were the story of the mission and the legend of the swallows are sold. There are many old people living there, and usually they are the owners of the souvenir stores. Raquel Curtin owner of a souvenir store states that the story of the Mission San Juan Capistrano is one of her favorites. “It’s a very interesting story that everyone that lives in California should know,” Curtin says. She has been attending her store for more than 10 years. Curtin believes that the story of the Mission will never be forgotten. According to Curtin “the Mission is what we are now, and we should never forget
The Carrillo Adobe is in a dire situation. It has not only fallen into disrepair from the many years of weather and use by so many individuals, but by visitors and citizens have been less that kind and considerate of its age and the prominence that it deserves. After Carrillo’s death her house was given to three of her daughters, Marta, Juana, and Felicidad. Then her belongings were distributed between all of her children. In the first decade after her death her different children each occupied the house at different times. One of her daughters, Juana and her husband ran the home as a tavern. They then converted the adobe into the first post office in the town of Santa Rosa. After her daughters no longer had a need for the adobe it was turned into a trading post where numerous individuals...
Gonzales, Jose Luis. Puerto Rico: the Four Storeyed Country and Other Essays (Princeton: Markus Wiener Publishing Inc.)1-30.
Fort San Carlos De Barrancas is a National Historic Landmark. The word barrancas means "bluff" in Spanish. Sits on a bluff looking over the entrance to Pensacola Bay. The entrance is on Taylor Road half a mile east of the Museum of Naval Aviation. The English built the first fort in 1763. Coincidently captured by the Spanish during the American Revolution, who renamed it San Carlos de Barrancas which was built a second time in 1797 and built again in 1817. From 1839 through 1844, the United States built the current Fort Barrancas on the same site and has managed to include some of the forts original features. It was utilized during the Civil War, Spanish-American War, and the Second World War. The advantages of the forts location have caused
At the turn of this century, Puerto Rico had passed as a colony from one country (Spain) to another (United States). It was a small island that was divided by classicism, therefore it seemed like two worlds. You had the world of th...
Before Puerto Rican migration to the U.S. expanded in the fifties not much was known about Puerto Rican history in the states. The Memoirs of Bernardo Vega would be the first book to offer insight into a missing piece o...
Boom. Breath. Boom. Breath. Each step sounded like a war drum banging in my ears. The harmonious rhythm of my steps consistent with my breath continued on and on as I made my way up the side of the cliff in the middle of these Colorado woods. The sweltering heat was hindering my vision, and I began to feel dizzy. The worst part is, I am all alone.
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a ?NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
Have you ever considered taking a trip outside of the United States? If yes, let me take you to a country called Costa Rica. Now the reason I say Costa Rica is because it was a county I had no prior knowledge about, I did not even know where it was located until I did my research. After looking into this country a little deeper I wanted to know more about it like; the general overview, a brief history, the geography, the political system, the economic system, and lastly the cultures and subcultures of Costa Rica.
If you were given a million dollars, what would you do? Spend it in a short amount of time? Or save it responsibly for the future? Many would say the latter, confident that they will accomplish that. But for a few, it doesn’t turn out that way. In the book, The Pearl, a family, Kino, Juana and their child, Coyotito, go through various hardships after they have found a pearl, eventually losing everything they had loved. With three examples from the novel, I will explain what the pearl in the book symbolizes.
...ming with life. The smell of the flowers was intense and enlivening. The breeze that was not restricted by car windows, the heat that was not reflected by a rooftop or eradicated by air conditioning, the rain that was not repelled by anything more than my poncho, I was one with all of it. As I biked past, I moo'd as loud as I could at the cows in the fields and felt happy doing it. I even occasionally rode in the van when I was tired.
El pueblo poco a poco va creciendo y con este crecimiento llegan habitantes del otro lado. Con ellos se incrementa la actividad comercial y la construcción en Macondo. Al llegar habitantes también llega la peste del insomnio y la del olvido. La pérdida de la memoria obliga a sus habitantes a crear un método para recordar las cosas y Aureliano comienza a agregar etiquetas a todos los objetos para recordar sus nombres. E...
I’ve finally made it. When you first land here the immediate difference is all around you whizzing around you creating a sense of life. It 's a sense that you rarely have in a small town it 's bigger I can’t quite obtain a hold of it. It moves fast all through the night and during the day. It peaks in all of my senses to create a brand new sense of the life of the city.
Walking around up here, high above the madness of the world below you find peace within yourself, you feel you are catching up on lost time spent rushing around at home.
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.