Love’s Excess Lane
Okay, if you’ve followed my posts, you know the story. I came to Puerto Rico to woo Maria Fuentes, and I got lucky the other day. I found her coming into Old San Juan, and she agreed to spend Saturday, her day off, together. This is incredible, really. We haven’t been together for four years. She broke up with me in 2010 — a story worth sharing — but not today.
Today I woke up early and hit the streets of Old San Juan before anyone was out. I walked from the dark, cool lobby of El Convento and hit the cobbled street. I looked down the glistening road bed toward the bay and felt the urge to surf. It was a strange feeling — euphoria? I could have been a kid on the Disney Channel the way I felt, air borne on a skateboard. The double-fisted stones sunk in rows reminded me of bluefish swimming in a school. I’d seen something like this sailing the Bermuda Race one year.
Okay, I was caught up in a moment! But the feeling of a new path under my feet, alive with moving things — with myriad possibilities — and that glinting sea out ahead of me seemed significant. It was the island’s affirmation. “Will, you made the right choice in coming here and trying again.” I felt like the mother of the world was giving me a hug.
Y te mando un abrazo con todo mi carino.
As I walked down the street by San Juan Cathedral, I began to see things I had never noticed before — as if I’d put on 3-D glasses and was seeing a new dimension. I noticed the San Juan Cathedral’s peeling eaves with affection. I smelled the coffee and the roses. I couldn’t imagine yet what it would be like to stand close to Maria again.