Puerto Rico, 1996

I lived in Ponce, Puerto Rico for a month in the winter of 1996. I was escaping the cold Wisconsin winter and looking to improve my Spanish by adding another accent to my repertoire.

These photos, like my Ecuador photos from 1995, were also taken on disposable cameras.

 Snow cone vendor in Ponce. Notice the large block of ice to the right. He was chopping the ice by hand!
Snow cone vendor in Ponce. Notice the large block of ice to the right. He was chopping the ice by hand!
BOY BAND PHOTO SHOOT WOOOOOOO
BOY BAND PHOTO SHOOT WOOOOOOO

Okay, this next one is just pathetic. Conceptually, I knew what I wanted (the whole other side of the island in one shot). But, I had no idea how a person would get there. I tried climbing really high on the other side of the island.

Still not getting the whole thing. Wait! I will take a picture of each side and tape them together later. THIS STROKE OF BRILLIANCE CAN’T FAIL.

I didn't know what a panoramic picture was when I took this. All I knew was that I wanted the whole vista in the picture.
I didn’t know what a panoramic picture was when I took this. All I knew was that I wanted the whole vista in the picture.

^^^It Was A Failure^^^

I didn’t take into account the fact that the lighting would be different if you moved the camera.

Let me end on a nice, calming Caribbean sunset.

Guanica Bay at sunset
Guanica Bay at sunset

Ceballos Honey in Fabens, Texas (eee! yum!)

I finally made it out there! My last few business trips prevented me (sadfaces), but this time my coworker, opposing counsel, and court reporter gave me the go-ahead. Wee~!

I heard about the place from an El Paso native who transplanted himself in Austin. It’s exit 49 on IH10, head to Main Street/TX 20 East.

The honey is from the ‘valley.’ Dunno if I understand that in reference to West TX. To me, ‘The Valley’ is Brownsville, Weslaco, McAllen, ya know–South Texas by the Gulf. It’s one of those live/learn things, I suppose.

The place is about 35 minutes from El Paso, and totally worth the trip if you enjoy local agriculture/products. The honey was still warm in the Mason jar when I bought it. They melt the crystallized honey in the metal warehouse attached to the store and pump it to a holding tank. The store smelled like sweet heaven.

The owner claimed the intoxicating scent was the honey soap. (Of course I bought those and will do a post dedicated to the product later!!) Nah, I think she is just used used to the honey scent. Beehive central!

oh- the hives are located throughout the agricultural areas nearby. From IH10, you can see an out of place greenbelt to the south. The busy bees pollinate in that region. Cotton is one of the staple crops. However, in this season the bees are nomming on mesquite and cat’s claw. [Evil, evil mesquite that stabs your knee and gives you a joint infection requiring 10 days of anti-biotics. You will never live this down, Mr. or Ms. Mesquite. NEVER.]

I tasted my honey as soon as I walked in the door. Dark amber in color, it had a slightly wild taste to it. Then again, I wax poetic about wine. I have a mighty sniffer! It’s also not teeth-hurtingly sweet. I don’t have another way to describe it. The honey isn’t the type of sweet that hurts your teeth or makes you squish your face. It’s the perfect combination of syrup, sweet, and succulent.

I need to stop stuffing my face with honey. It would help if I closed the jar. And put my spoon away. Temptation, thy name is honey from the Ceballos.