What can I say about Puerto Rico?

Never having been here before, the only thoughts I can really offer are directly related to incorrect former assumptions. For example:

I thought it would be louder.

I thought there would be more dancing in the streets, preferably choreographed.

I didn’t realize it would look so much like all the other cities I’ve visited.

I thought there would be fruit for sale.

For some reason, I pictured more people listening to Ricky Martin or Juanes, less Ke$ha.

Now, I’m finally starting to realize–with copious amounts of dismay–that TV has not prepared me for the world like I thought it would. Que lastima.