A Wednesday, nothing really happening other than coffee and daily television programs. Fortunately, my friend Roberto called me to “walk around” Old San Juan since he was already there. I dressed casually, put some wax on my hair, and grabbed some cash lying around (these days that’s what it takes).

We met at Plaza de Armas, where the heat was unbearable. We walked to St. Germain on Sol Street where I had an amazing red pepper soup (room

temperature, with a cold ginger and brown sugar tea, mmm!). What was really interesting was the table in front of me. There was a group of about

eight high class women paying a thirty dollar bill with their hundreds. I commented how they were presumptuous and greedy, Roberto backfired me with how they were pregnant and middle aged. Maybe both of us are jelous.

We kept talking about money and how low income limits you to spend on nice things. But, this financial dilemma was not enough to keep us from having nice cold beers at four in the afternoon in what it felt a hundred degrees. So, we walked in to a cool and chic café at the corner of Cristo Street and Caleta de San Juan called Karamelos, where we had about three beers each before getting into the question of money again. Of course, Roberto and I brought the topic of winning the lottery and how we would spend our money. “The bread of the world is wrongly distributed”, I commented. “Well, keep spending on lottery tickets and maybe you’ll gain some”, Roberto backfired (again) with sarcasm.

We (and this time, included the waitress of Karamelos) kept on rambling about what we would do with lottery money. She said she would travel all over the world, Roberto seconded her opinion but added how he would also pay his student loans, and I added how I would spend my money in properties (big surprise). Well, I’m not used to being greedy, in fact, I had a “feedback conversation” with my best friends yesterday and they all agreed on how I was a free spirit (being vegetarian and all). But yeah, I would spend my money in investments like houses, stock market, art and, of course, alcohol. We had nothing else to talk about, so, we said goodbye.

Now, it’s all about being greedy and whiny. When it comes to a hot Wednesday, sometimes it’s allowed to whine and eat. And San Juan is the great place to that before five in the afternoon (and not getting judged)!