Y U so nice?

Gooooooooooooooooooooodmorning guys!
Our first day in San Juan, Puerto Rico was quite a funny trip, and here's why.
- My sister did not get her seat (standby ticket) on 5 consecutive flights. This kinda threw the mood off at first because we already got the first one on Tuesday morning while she had to wait until Tuesday evening at the airport in ATL, but when she finally boarded her airplane we were euphoric. And after she arrived at the apartment, even more. Good lord it was quite a hassle. She had to know where the apartment was, get the number of the landlady and all that without a steady wifi connection. But hey, she got a really nice female driver, that didn't overcharge, and we went out to dinner As Soon As she arrived.
- The beaches are awesome, no joke, not really funny. But for me it's funny because I'm here and all y'all are somewhere else. San Juan is heaven bro's.
- The people are so friggin nice!!! I mean, we come from the 'southern american hospitality', but dang these people are EVEN nicer. here's three examples alrightie?

1. This girl that waited us in our first meeting with the puerto rican cuisine told us in her broken english all about the spots where the 'cool' kids hang out around here. Afterwards she wrote down all the directions (in english!) to the airport by bus and let us know that they only take coins. No dollabills. IDK what her name was, but she was supercute. If you're ever in San Juan, you should deff go for their acai specialties. ( we had two acai drinks with a cute lil pizza and an eggplant wrap. They have an interesting choice of condiments, including this guava sauce that was strangely compatible with everything else)
2. On our way to... -hack JK we were just wandering around, trying to find some veggie restaurants to take my sister to when she'd get here- we entered a place that looked amazing. Think open veranda, little coloured lights hanging from the ceilings, nice couches and smells. The ultimate laid back Latina feeling, sadly we hardly read/speak spanish so the menu was not for us. We walked back out cause the little we know about spanish menus is carne, pollo and pesca which was included in almost every item on there. The waiter followed us outside and asked why we left, in nice english. So we explained we were looking for a vegetarian restaurant. He nodded understanding and admitted that his restaurant wasn't the most welcoming for vegetarians. Still he'd like to send us to a different place: pass Wallgreens and then to your right. We thanked him and agreed that if that restuarant were to be closed we'd come back. So we walked and walked, found Wallgreens, saw a restaurant with an impressive mural of a smiling cow and figured it might be closed. BUt to be sure we'd ask those friendly people selling fruits across the road. So we did, he did not speak or understand ANY english. It was completely adorable, this old dark skinned obvious native native puerto rican (I wonder if he's ever been off the island) invited us into his store and pour two glasses of red juice for us. Because of our cautious nature we smelled first, and what is my most hated vegetable in the world? Exactly beetroot. But it smelled okay and I couldn't bear to insult the sweet old man by not trying at least a little bit. And to be honest, it was quite tasty, I drank both mine and Purna's cup. After which he poured another one, made from fresh tamarind this time. We both tried that one but it was way too sour for me. After which we had to try the grapes (mini-lychees, impossible to eat due to their mega seed and sliminess  but very tasty) and the Cheenaa's. A super sweet orange, looking molded but tasting like an exactly ripe one. Purna wasn't eating his one correctly so the old man took the orange out of his hand and pressed it in his face. It was so friggin cute. So we gracefully thanked the man (HEY GRACIAS HE), and left with a full bag of fruits and a giant avocado.
3. All throughout the past weeks, I've been struggling with my right flipflop. You know the ancient problem with the toepiece just flopping out and disabling you to walk normally across crossroads? Exactly everyone has at least once had this annoyance. After today it became a little too much, with my slipper breaking EVERY single crossroad. So we walked into Wallgreens looking for toothpaste and a new pair of slippers. Obviously I was carrying my broken one in my hand. At the entrance of Wallgreens there was this Guard, let's call him Superman or Supermario for the time being.. wait that's racist.. ah wth, so we walked in, and he stopped me right there. He took the slipper ouf ot my hand (think 5 month-old-pink-only-open-shoes-I-had-in-Atlanta-dirt on the bottom) gestured me to wait right there and off he went. I was confused.. why was he voluntarily touching my nasty shoe? So upon coming back he delivered a miracle. The slipper was fixed, with something as easy as a paperclip. I'll post a pic later of this crazy hack. We thanked Supermario and went on our way to buy the whole store.

After all this we went home, it was around 7:50 PM and we were supposed to get the bus at 8 to pick up Su from the airport so that she would be with family on her first experience with San Juan. Sadly the bus didn't come in time, and we decided to stay home, otherwise we'd be at the airport and she'd drive around with the taxi looking for us. Wheen she settled and showered we went on for dinner at 9:45. On a regular Tuesday evening there's not much that's open. Luckily the bar across the street sold nice pizza's and stuff. They had a special of 2 for 1. We ate quite cheap!! :D Dinner for three people, 26 dollar!! Afterwards we obviously still had to go swim in the sea a little bit. And on the way back run from cockroaches. It was a great first day!! On to day two.

Love, 

Ranga