When I first arrived on Isla, I had to call Lupita, my apartment owner’s property manager, to direct my taxi driver to my new home.
Here's the view from the back porch.
And here’s my kitchenette area looking into the bedroom.
Although I knew what it looked like from pictures the owner had sent, I didn’t know what the neighborhood would be like. The apartment was basic and cute, but my first thought was, “What the hell am I doing here?? I don’t know anyone in this area…I don’t speak much Spanish…what was I thinking!?!?” I almost wanted to turn around and go home, but I knew I had to give it a chance. Luckily, I ran into the woman who lives in the house attached to my apartment, who clued me in on a few things, including getting a taxi and what to pay. So, in the next couple of days, I just started walking around and taking pictures. Of all that I took, I’ll have to say this one is my favorite of the neighbor’s little girl taken from my front porch.
Living in the Colonias is completely different than el Centro. There are almost no tourists, other than an occasional golf cart group who probably were lost or the driver said, “Let’s see what’s down this way!”…then probably got REALLY lost. The neighborhood can be kind of confusing if you’re not used to it and there was one time when I almost got lost myself walking around. There are times when I thought it was like living in a major city because it can be extremely noisy and congested. Between the bike-honking vendors…
I wish I had gotten a picture of the truck that goes around the island with two live monkeys running around on top while speakers blare the tune of, “Ooh-ee-ooh-ah-ah…ting-tang-walla-walla-bing-bang!!” There’s something I’ve never experienced anywhere else…and, quite frankly, would never want to. I never did figure out what that was all about. But after a couple days I got used to the noise, and even thought of it as a comforting part of my temporary little home. And after a couple taxi experiences, I felt comfortable with the rides back and forth to el Centro, and on my way home would tell the driver, “Casa Virginia,” a nearby house that most locals were familiar with, which made it easier.
So here is my gallery of photos from my walks around the neighborhood. I’ve kept comments to a minimum because there are quite a few.
Another friendly creature. (I can’t believe I let the camera strap get in the way.)
I LOVE these rocking chairs.
There’s beauty even among the rubble.
It kind of amazed me that adult passengers all wear helmets when riding scooters, but many of the kids they were toting along went without.
Most of the eating places where I lived were tiny family-owned loncherias. This was the only restaurant in the area that I found…unfortunately I never got the chance to try it out.
So, that’s some of my experience in the Colonias. It was a wonderful opportunity to see a different part of the island which I thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you, Karen, for offering the apartment…it was perfect.