In San Juan, a Sight For Sore Eyes
A sight for sore, weary Canadian eyes, the colourful palette of San Juan was a zesty change from the impending winter equinox. Far from being deterred by the adverse news coverage pertaining to Puerto Rico and the Greater Antilles, I was on the contrary compelled by the desire to witness its capital rise from the post-hurricane ashes like the relentless phoenix that it is.
With just 24 hours to spare, I explored the hilly historic centre, filled my lungs with salty sea air, ate my weight in ice cream, but most importantly, I discovered a largely underrated archipelago and a facet of America I didn’t know existed.
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