Yesterday I received an unexpected call from Mairym; she was on the island for a week and wanted to hang out. Awesome. Today I woke up, showered, and headed over there. I got lost in the mountains trying to find her house (as usual), but it was pretty, so I figured as long as I'm here I might as well stop and take some pictures.

Finally I found her house and picked her up. We got food and headed to El Morro to eat lunch on the wall of the fort overlooking the old cemetery. Then it was time to return to her house because she needed to babysit some cute kids. We watched The Lion King and I got high fives from the kids (well, one of them would only give me high-fives with her foot).

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Tonight's excursion ran the gamut from relaxing to exciting. Inspired by a photographer I came across on Flickr, I set out tonight to find a dark beach to take photos illuminated by the nearly full moon. The problem is that on this crime-infested island, the adjectives 'dark' and 'desolate' pretty much by definition bring 'dangerous' in tow. I debated with myself whether someplace deserted far away from the city would be more or less safe than a beach in a more populated area ("Why would anyone with ill intent waste their time walking around on a beach far away from civilization," I reasoned). In the end, I opted for the former, and headed out to the long, dark road that runs along the beach on the way to Dorado.

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Tonight as I was driving home from work, I noticed this large wooden tank or some other sort of cylinder which they've built by the side of the road. I have no idea what it could be for, but the area is pretty industrial, so it doesn't surprise me to see it there. What perplexes me more is the fact that it's made of wood and not metal. It just seems so medieval and out of place in an industrialized society.

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