remembering
a trip to Puerto Rico back in the early 90s. I went out with my friend Vanessa and some of her friend to Old San Juan. We were in the area where the cruse ships docked. It was a perfectly warm island night. We could see the ships and smell the sea water. Behind us there were a group of viejitos listening to to boleros, singing and dancing. They were so beautiful, their faces, their wrinkles, their singing, and their joy! This little pava reminded me of them. I wish I had a camera that night!
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