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My friends were surprised. They didn’t understand why I was doing all
this. The fact that I myself didn’t understand the reasons for my actions
surprised them even more. The island was calling my name, I felt it my
home. I had already told Mamá about my plans and she was very happy. In
less than two weeks I gave up my apartment, I took my pet to the
veterinary, went to the bank, and to the travel agency.
By mid 1988 I was already back in Puerto Rico, this time accompanied by
my dog. Her name was Kristina. I was so happy! Like I had just
accomplished something! I felt relieve, like a great weight had been lift off
of my shoulders. At last I arrived, I told myself.
As far a work was concerned, I decided to buy a hot dog cart and make a
living selling franks and refreshments. A cousin of mine, however, heard
on the radio that a night club in the town of Hormigueros was looking for a
waiter. I didn’t know where the place was but I found someone who
showed me. I still didn’t have a car and according to my cousins, in Puerto
Rico you need a one for everything. I was interviewed at the club Casa
Blanca and the owner was very impressed with my hotel experience. I
started work that very weekend. I would work in the club on weekends, and
I would find a full time job during the week. One of my cousins drove me
the first few days. He then told me of a friend of his that was selling a 1971
Toyota. The car wasn’t in great shape but it would do until I’d buy a better
one. My transportations issues were settled.
Part of the route that leads to Hormigueros goes through what is known in
Cabo Rojo as La Bajura, an old infrequently traveled road that goes from
Cabo Rojo to Hormigueros. That same cousin who used to drive me told
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