![]() Windows were thrown open to encourage a breeze, offering a glimpse into the residential life of the city. At ground level, there are the same tacky souvenir shops you find the world over, but once we raised our eyes skyward, we were rewarded with colourful colonial style buildings in all their (sometimes faded) glory.Įach street seemed brighter than the next – buildings of pink, orange, and green – with heavy wooden doors set into the painted stone. I was enamoured from the very first bite.įuelled up with mofongo and coffee, we stepped back out onto the cobbled streets of Old San Juan. Mofongo is the island’s signature dish, a fried plantain mash, often served – as we would find out in the coming days – with either chicken or pork, and sometimes slathered with a garlic sauce. Instead, my husband and I had our first taste of the mighty mofongo. We began our unscripted day by sitting down at the counter in Manolin, a diner-style restaurant, for brunch: we had hoped for breakfast, but were too late. I had never seen anywhere so colourful, and the self-guided tour went out the window in favour of my favourite way of exploring somewhere new: aimless wandering. ![]() ![]() Instead, after just a few steps into the World Heritage Site that is the Old Town of Puerto Rico’s capital, I was mesmerized. It was all arranged: we would visit the tourist office, collect the map for the self-guided historical walking tour of Old San Juan, and follow the instructions. ![]()
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