vega baja

i must tell you about vega baja, which i have decided, is the most armpit-ey place i have ever visited (sorry new rochelle). vega baja is located on a mountain. i assume, because of the name that it's at the bottom of the bottom, but i assure you, that doesn't make the possibility of falling off any less terrifying. and in vega baja that actually is a very real possibility because of the one lane road that zig-zags cartoonishly up the side of the mountain. you have to beep when rounding a corner so that anyone who might be on the other side knows you're coming.
we ended up in vega baja after our expedition to old san juan. we were trying to find morovis, the town in which fluff's family is located, but when our gps decided to spazz out and stop working, we ended up in vega baja instead. i wish i had thought to take better pictures, but we were completely lost, with no cell phone service, and emotions were running high.
the thing that sucks about being lost in vega baja is that there is nothing but houses, or rather, i should say shacks. there are no defining characteristics. no place to stop and ask for directions. just one broken down shanty after another. at one point we saw a row of cars parked all the way down the road and we got ou hopes up, but when we drove by, we found that it was just a larger shack, inside of which they were apparently holding cock fights. we were all too scared to park and get out right there. (even fluff, who is truly a fearless warrior).
finally we found a bodega across the street from a negocio, where we managed to get spotty cell phone reception. we tried asking for directions, but they looked at us like we were crazy, even though three of my fellow travelers speak fluent spanish and were literally born right down the street from where we were.
finally we managed to get in touch with fluff's dad and explain to him where we were. the instructions he gave us were to wait for him, he would come to us. so we parked outside the negocio and ordered beers for $1, which they let us bring into our car. we watched a toothless drunk sitting outside with a stray dog in his lap attempt to get up and promptly fall on his ass. finally, fluff's dad showed up with his aunt netty, who instructed us to follow her and then got us the hell out of vega baja, going like, 90 around all those scary curves.

love always