Easter Monday.. Marleyne, armed with her dictionary, makes a first incursion in little community of Playa Salinas…the streets are deserted but the panaderia is open: locals play video poker (usual in the panaderias) and eat sandwiches. I buy a loaf, very long and very white of the local bread for $2.00…many restaurants in that small place but all closed! Later on that day, we walked to the larger supermercado…and we discover a side of the Puertorican culture that was unknown to us! Is it such a dangerous place to be?

Or is it the love of the once popular Spanish wrought iron gates and ornamentation? It just feels very strange..as if people were living in a cage!