Charlie and I waited until almost our last day in Puerto Rico to try Mofongo which is served almost everywhere.
A little research took us to Yeyo’s at 353 Calle de San Francisco is Old San Juan.
While the outside of the building is a pretty orchid purple, inside all the walls are marked up with the names of people who have eaten there. We found an empty spot to write “Charlie & Jo” behind the bench on which we were sitting.
Mofongo is a Puerto Rican dish made from fried green plantains which are then mashed with salt, garlic and oil ois a wooden pilón (mortar and pestle). I was sure I wouldn’t like it.
Our waiter suggested we try the skirt steak because it was his favorite. Mofongo tastes something like stiff mashed potatoes and really absorbs gravy. We finished the entire thing. I would order it again.
The weekend midway through February is loaded with must-do items.
Top priority is to assemble all income tax papers and business numbers. Unfortunately we have not received W-2 forms and/or 1099s from some music venues (which were due at the end of last month). It’s always difficult to know where to allocate funds without the proper forms. Grrrrr.
And I would like to begin to plan the design for our grave marker. Charlie and I both have 2 lots each at different cemeteries. We’ve decided we’d like to be buried near each other so we’ll let one or the other of the plots go to other family members.
The curtains hanging in the bedroom at the French door need to be finished. This is the weekend for that. Charlie has a gig Friday night so I’ll try to start then with the hand sewing.
If I have any time remaining, which I doubt, I’ll continue to shred old and unnecessary documents.
On Sunday we’ll be attending a special church service where Sug and her team will be commissioned for her mission trip to Guatemala. She leaves next week. Charlie is scheduled to play the send-off music.
While we were in San Juan we learned about the ferry that crossed the bay to Cataño.
There’s nothing much to see in Cataño unless you want to go to a bona fide grocery store or tour the Bacardi factory.
The ferry is caught on the south side of San Juan near the docks where the cruise ships come in. (Apparently Charlie and I just missed seeing the cruise ship that slid into and sunk the dock is San Juan.)
We were supposed to buy tickets but didn’t realize it until we were in the line to board. The gate guard let us board anyway.
We cruised cross the bay — about 15 minutes — and disembarked at Cataño.
We walked about a block away from the docks to a large statue of a Taino Indian statue at waterfront park .
Our final destination was the grocery store where Charlie purchased all kinds of coconut-flavored items: coconut water, coconut macaroons, coconut meringues.
We walked back to the boat dock building and this time purchased tickets for our return voyage.
Please note that the tickets were 50 cents and 25 cents respectively. We could have cruised back and forth all afternoon at that price.
We thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful scenery and the cruise.
Charlie and I are always on the trail of music when we travel.
We were eager to hear a piano player in San Juan when the maitre’d told us there were only 10 tables and those were only for people ordering a full dinner. We would be permitted to sit outside and listen.
We decided instead to cross the street to the Triana Tapas Restaurant where flamenco guitarist Juan Carlos and his dancers were playing.
When their show was over Charlie asked if someone would be playing the piano.
The waitress asked me if I would like to play but, of course, I can’t. Instead Charlie sat down at the Yamaha baby grand and played tunes from The Great American Songbook.
Juan Carlos stopped by to listen for a few minutes and to chat with Charlie.
Someday I might do a post on all the unusual places Charlie has been able to play.