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.