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About Bayamon

*“Lord, forgive us,”* like Ida’d whisper, but this bird, she don’t pray – she survives. Caught her nickin’ a sandwich from a bin – “Gotta eat, Oz!” she grinned, all cheeky. Surprised me, that grit, proper gobsmacked. Reminds me of Ida’s silence, that quiet strength, but with a filthy laugh and a “sod off” for coppers. *Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”* She’s a riot, swear down, once kicked a geezer’s shin for hagglin’ – “I ain’t a bleedin’ car boot sale!”

Toa Alta, Puerto Rico

Then, I bump into my buddy Carlos. He’s always got the latest gossip. He tells me about this new café on Calle 2, “Café Toa.” Apparently, they have the best coffee in town. So, of course, I gotta check it out. I walk in, and it’s super cute, all decorated with local art. I order a café con leche, and it’s like a warm hug in a cup. Seriously, I could live off that stuff.

Nilda Martinez