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Old San Juan Narrative

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We had arrived at a small cul-de-sac just outside of San Juan, Puerto Rico. My hosts paid the cab driver as I took in the mostly abandoned beachside village. I watched the locals standing in doorways of grocery markets and bars, or sitting in old lawn chairs speaking rapidly and laughing with each other as they watched me in return. This wasn’t a place use to outsiders. The stark contrast between Old San Juan and here was surprising at first. The buildings weren’t well maintained and the boardwalk well worn. We came across houses or old bars that the sand had reclaimed. My company and I walked in near silence, stopping to take pictures and appreciate the views. Earlier that month I had lost my job, I felt broken and disappointed. I knew it

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