In my old San Juan...
My home, my precious home.
There are almost no people I know that don't love their hometown, even if at some point, they hate it. I do, I mean, you can't walk freely on the streets because they are always overcrowded. Bikers take the road all to themselves and circle in the opposite direction whenever they saw fit, car drivers also do this, but bikers are worse. The heat especially on summer days is awful, even in the shade, you feel you are a chicken roasting on a spike, and you always get back home smelling like a desert trucker after a three-day journey.
But when the town is calmed, and the weather is nice, we can appreciate all the beauties it has to offer, which can be found almost everywhere, we just have to look closer, something my friend Abraham did very well yesterday afternoon when we were walking back home from rehearsal and he took upon himself to capture three spectacular pics and has kindly lent them to me.
Saint Jhon-The Baptist.
This statue dates from 1933 I think, it has a height of more than 19 meters and was the tallest statue of my town and still is one of the tallest in the country. It is placed in what was initially a hill, which is now called Las Colinas de San Juan, or Saint Jhon's Hills, and it's is on Simón Bolivar Square, looking down to Saint Jhon's Cathedral. In front of the statue, there are Two Guardian Lions, all carved in stone, very beautiful and imponent.
We didn't go up the hill, but as we were walking by, my friend took this picture, with the sunlight picking up behind the statue, just beautiful.
The Willow Tree.
I have always called that tree that way since I was little, it has always made me nostalgic and curious about it. Differently from the common willow tree, this one is less bushed but it has little things hanging from it like strings r something, I don't know what it is, but it is always like that, the air is cold on that spot, which is good, especially on very hot days.
Almost Home.
This picture is just amazing, it's near my home but nearer to his home. I just can see him walking that road with his little sister by his side and stopping to take a breather on nature's amazing wonders. You can't see the botched up streets or anything else for all that matters is that sun, saying goodbye to us for the day, grasping those mountains as the clouds are taking point to welcome the moon and the dark sky.
My town is not perfect, but it has some beautiful things to offer, because nature is kind to it, unlike us who live in it, but nevertheless, unselfishly, it still gives us beauty and amazing moments, that will live on in our minds and hearts.
I also took some pic's, from a Eucharis Amazonica we have at home and that it hadn't bloomed in more than thirty years. Of course, I'm not as good as my friend taking pictures, but it doesn't look so bad.
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The Town images are property of my friend Abraham and taken with his Redmi 9T. I have permission to use them.
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✨✨Blessings✨✨
February 5th, 2022.
Home will always be home, even if we have left or say that we hate that place, there will always be some memory or some moment that we love that we have spent in that place, there will always be the good times and we will remember that we don't really hate it, just that things are not like before.
Very beautiful pictures, I loved the picture of the tree and the pictures of the flowers.