Friday, December 30, 2016

La Bombonera en el Viejo San Juan

Entrando ya ves en las losetas una coneccion con Espana.
Un mango distintivo
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La Bombonera, abierto de nuevo!  Es un sueno hecho realidad! Tuve la oportunidad de ir con mis hijas y nietas y ver con esta exquisitamente remodelado.   El servicio estuvo excelente, incluyendo todo el personal desde los meseros hasta el empleado más humilde.
  ¡Todos fueron tan amables y llenos de información sobre la historia que rodea este establecimiento que fue fundado en 1902! ¿Podrán imaginar cuantas conversaciones y tertulias han habido aquí?  Fue un privilegio hablar con muchos de ellos incluyendo a Doña Isabel, una dulce señora y sobrina de uno de los co-fundadores de la Bombonera.  Tuve una oportunidad de charlar con ella mientras me adornaba mi caja llena de Mallorcas. El laso y la cinta de oro nada más midió casi diez pies y dentro de la caja en el fondo un delicado “doily” que hicieron que esta conversación especial fuera adornada con cariño y amabilidad.  Estas son cosas que hoy día casi no se ven en nuestra sociedad de gente con prisa.  Pienso regresar para continuar la conversacion y saber mas de lo que hace este lugar tan especial que ha perdurado dentro de tiempos prosperos y otros dificiles.  La Bombonera, no es solamente un restaurante reconocido sino es parte de la historia de Puerto Rico y tambien es un legado de la relacion estrecha entre Puerto Rico y España.  

La Bombonera y 9 pies de Cinta

La Bombonera, es un lugar especial para cafe, desayuno, almuerzo o comida.  Tiene ademas confecciones de reposteria y comidas tradicionales de Espana y Mallorca.  Pero no es solamente un restaurante, es una experiencia.    Fue un privilegio hablar con todos incluyendo a Doña Isabel, una dulce señora y sobrina de uno de los co-fundadores de la Bombonera.  Tuve la oportunidad de charlar con ella mientras me adornaba mi caja llena de Mallorcas. El laso de oro nada más midió casi diez pies y dentro de la caja en el fondo un delicado “doily” que hicieron que esta conversación especial fuera adornada con cariño y amabilidad.  Estas son cosas que hoy día casi no se ven en nuestra sociedad de gente con prisa.  Quizás un día que yo no este comprometida con familia con una travesía al otro lado de la isla pueda detenerme a conversar y escuchar de las muchas historias del tan reconocido lugar, que mucho más que un restaurante es un legado de la historia de Puerto Rico y España.  

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

A walk through Old San Juan in late December

Had a chance to wall through Old San Juan with family.   They patiently waited for me as I zigzagged from one side of the street to another snapping away.  I don't often feel safe enough to do this when on my own.

Sp here are some of the pictures.  Just a couple from the many more.


God is Holy.  We are thankful for the Jewish people in their faithfulness to the Lord.  Even, Yeshua, who I believe is the Messiah observed the Festival of Lights, which commemorates when the Maccabeans were victorious over their enemies.   What a solemn and awesome time to remember that the Lord extended a days worth of Holy Oil to last a full 8 days while they purified and followed the prescribed process to consecrate fresh pressed oil for the temple worship.  It was a God thing.  Only He could have done it.
So many lessons can be learned here but it comes to mind that if you want to honor the Lord, He will get personally involved in your life if you seek him in Spirit and in truth.  Amazing things can happen as a result.

Happy Hannukah everyone !

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Christmas in Puerto Rico

Dear Mi Jardin Florido Friends,

It has been a while.  Sure I post now and then, but in reality I have been super busy.  Thank goodness for the holidays when we can take a break and that is exactly what I have done.  No volunteer work for a couple of days and just taking time for family.  One of my daughters arrived recently and it has been visiting time off and on. Today was a lovely time of chatting, eating, crocheting, and more chatting and snacking.  That has been my Christmas day.

It was a blessed day.  I cooked turkey-- not a whole turkey but half of a large Turkey breast.  I don't like wasting food.  I also made Arroz con Gandules (rice with pidgeon peas) last night, and baked potatoes- and there were plenty of cookies from days before, oatmeal, chocolate chip, and sugar cookies.  Kendall, my daughter's spouse, loved them.   I made some delicious arroz con gandules (modestia aparte) last night which tasted wonderful but when I went to reheat the arroz, I put it on medium and the rice got burnt! I thought oh no, what will I do, but I had set some aside since I thought I would be the only one eating the rice. To my surprise, K. and R both wanted arroz con gandules! Oh, boy but would you believe the rice multiplied because I had enough for all of us and some was left over!  I said the Lord multiplied the rice and my daughter said, like the loaves and the fishes.  I really believe it.

Anyway, it was a wonderful day spent together as a family.  I even got to give my daughter a refresher course on crocheting which was icing on the cake.  Just loved this Christmas 2016.  Low key and filled with love.  That is the whole message of Christmas.  God loving us so we could love Him and love one another.

God bless each one of you today!  Hope God's healing love reaches you today as well.


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Out and About the Low Country

Had the wonderful opportunity of visiting with dear friends in Charleston.   Here are some of quiet restful moments we had. 

Sunday, October 02, 2016

More Jewelry

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Saturday, October 01, 2016

Art Decoish Earrings

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"Aaronic Benediction" - Misha Goetz (featuring Marty Goetz)

גד אלבז - אבינו Gad Elbaz "Avinu" Our Father

Friday, September 30, 2016

Art Deco Style Earrings

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Making some Pretty Jewelry

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Tuesday, September 06, 2016

El legado de Roberto Clemente

Seis latinos nominados para el Premio Roberto Clemente

Monday, September 05, 2016

Statistics and Joseph Acaba

I've had my blog for several years and several years back, I wrote a series of articles on Joseph Acaba and the fact that he loved Puerto Rico.  A son of Puerto Ricans who moved to the US mainland and had Joseph there, he never forgot his Puerto Rican roots. My niece, Michelle Kantrow,  a newspaper reporter and an Astronomy aficionado herself was the first who got me interested in Mr. Acaba.  Being a teacher to ESL students in Florida, I also was thrilled to offer them a positive role model in Mr. Acaba.  What I quickly realized was that most of the information on Joe Acaba was found only in English, so students had to search far and wide to find anything in Spanish, so wrote an article in Spanish.  En español!  What is ironic is that I am an English teacher but the article with most views is the one I wrote in Spanish.  It has had 4,245 views to date.  Two others have had 814 and 801 followed by one with 403 and 267.

So maybe I should write in Spanish?  Maybe I will go and rewrite those is Spanish as well.  I think there is a need. You think?

Gold Medals are not all the Same

Recently, I wrote an article on Monica Puig because she did a fabulous job of earning a very difficult gold medal at the Rio Olympics.  Considering how she fought for that medal by having to duke it out in various matches with the best tennis players in the world in a setting that involved a very hot sun and grueling matches make all those medals earned my high board divers and swimmers seem like a tea party in comparison.  I really think that how you have to earn your medal should make you medal count more.  It is like in high school, an A earned in a regular class does not have the same GPA value as a grade in an honors or Advanced Placement course.  It just can't.  It goes the same way when we consider medals.  There are simply some sports that require a level of endurance, skill, and practice that elevate the achievement to a higher level. I wonder if there is a way to measure this.  Food for thought.

The Abandoned Keys Saga

I lost my keys.  I went to the Holy Land, and left my keys with my favorite purse in the hotel I was staying at in Jerusalem! Have you ever lost some keys?  Places, doors, gates, and mail boxes which instantly open to you are suddenly out of your reach.  I can't believe how my life has been turned upside down because I don't have these keys, and suddenly, I have been thrust into depending on others, which is not bad in and of itself but also unusual for an independent person as myself. I also found myself having to spend more money than I had anticipated. Not a fun thing especially after such an expensive trip.

The part of depending on others is a bit bothersome for me because I don't like inconveniencing anyone but it has been an opportunity.  I am so thankful that I have such kind people in my life.  Yesterday, I wanted to take my car early to the car dealership to have a new key made and to my surprise after waiting over two hours for the tow truck, when it arrived he could not hook up my car! By then I had to get to a meeting and postpone the towing till the next day and head out to a meeting.  Fortunately a friend gave me a lift home.  Then today, I realized I would have to first buy a blank key at an auto parts store before I could go to the dealership to have the blank keyed. So a friend took me then brought me home.  When we got home. still without my mailbox key,  I saw that the mailman was about to leave my apartment complex.  I stopped him and he was so kind as to retrieve my mail!  I had so much mail, it was overflowing! So I got two blessings in one.

Next, I called AAA and they came immediately this time and hitched my car and I was so excited that I was going to be able to fix my car problem.  The only problem was that they don't have a guy all day keying keys.  They didn't tell me that when I called.  Now I have to go to the dealership tomorrow.  Can you believe it will cost me almost two hundred dollars to get a new key made! Can you believe that?

Fortunately, after about a week, I found a spare set of keys, which helped a lot.  Unfortunately, I had already spent the one hundred dollars for the spare key.  I learned so many lessons.  First, have a place for your spare keys.  Don't just put them in a drawer just before leaving on a trip.  Keep them in a regular place.  Also don't take your favorite purse on a trip, especially if it is half around the world away.  Finally, move on.  Life isn't perfect.  Learn  something and let it go.

What twenty-five dollars will buy

I had an old gift card from Williams and Sonoma, which was at least five years old.  I  am thrilled to say that they honored it after all this time. I went to their cute store at Mall of San Juan, just next to the Teodoro Moscoso bridge not more than ten minutes from home. I was able to buy all those cool gadgets above with the card! I only had to pay the IVU tax.  Sweet!

Texas cop shares a surprising prayer with pastor he pulled over


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Today's Headlines in PR

So cool! El Nuevo Dia se la comio con el poster, con el afiche! Me imagino que lo veremos en las tiendas y donde quiera.

Oh, oh, Medalla Beer just got sued for putting their ad next to Monica Puig's phote without her permission not the local Olympic Committee.  I see a donation coming.  You can't do this with out permission.  

Saturday, August 13, 2016

A Metaphor in Monica Puig

I hadn't been writing for a while, but today my heart is full and I just can't keep quiet.  We are so proud of you, Monica!  Hija de mi tierra, luchadora, nueva reina de los corazones, humilde y genuina, Dios te proteja siempre.

Well, we heard that the match was going to begin at 2:00 PM so I turned on the TV and the time went by as slow as molasses.  There is something about watching a game where you have no interest.  Of course everyone in Argentina was routing for their guy to beat the Spaniard but hey we had no one in the game.  They both spoke Spanish, and since they did that common denominator cancelled them out.    Any way, their Spanish is so different to ours.  Why in Argentina they sing their Spanish with an Italian flair, and the people from Spain have a lisp. And Ole and Bravo.  And of course they conquered America.  But anyway that was centuries ago.  There might be a little bit of resentment for all the gold they plundered but no biggie. That is water under the bridge.  

But back to the game.  We had to wait until finally the Argentine beat Nadal. What a relief.  I was starting to feel bad for Nadal who seemed to have been crowned the favorite and was losing to his dismay.  Finally, our gal, Monica came on the screen with her good tan and caramel skin with high lights in her hair pulled back in a braid.  She looked buffed with a mixture of sweetness and raw determination.  She looked away a lot as she studied her tennis racket over and over as she picked on it or twirled it with her rhythmic swing. Waiting was perhaps the hardest part, as we waited for Kerber to serve.  And did she serve?  About 7 to 9 slicing perfect serves.  Always a fake one first just to get Monica off balance and then followed by a supersonic knife in the air.  But our Monica was not going to be denied. 

On the other hand, Monica, simply took the long route by weakening her opponent with Pica Power.  She subjected her to long volleys back and forth, making the German move side to side,  then the volleys became tiresome.  It was long, hot, and grueling   The difference between them was that la Puertorriqueña woke up this morning with a golden medal in her cafe con leche.  Sure, once in a while she got unfocused but she bounced back.  

On the other side of the court the German gal started realizing this Monica was not backing off. Didn't this Puig know that she had just won the Australian Open? That she was number #2 in the world?   She looked at her coach with a look, saying, I can't stop this chatita.  I can't stop this gal, she keeps coming back.  Coming back and coming back until she was unnerved and worn out. It was a battle of the wills.  And Monica won.

So how did we react in Puerto Rico?  Con alegria, algarabia y griteria!!!  We shouted and cheered wildly from one little corner of the island to the other.  This island of 100 by 35 suddenly became a very loud neighborhood!  

We were taught a lesson in fighting.  You stick at it.  It doesn't come easy.  You might fall, do the splits, slip and slide, and you dust it off, jump a little, shake if off, and dream of the goal.  You think of your Abuelita back in Puerto Rico watching you, you see the Puertorriqueños waving your flag in the stands and remember hearing la Borinqueña playing in your mind for the first time in the Olympics.  Can I do it?  I'm not quitting.  No me quito. No me quito.  I'm not quitting.  No me quito.  And she stayed.  

Beautiful metaphor.  A message for all of us battling some giant.  I'm NOT quitting.  I am going to fight this to the end.  

Bien hecho hija nativa!  Bien hecho!

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Las Flores de Mami

Cruz de malta florecidas del patio de Mami.  Que bonito disfrutarlas.  Hoy pase por la casa de mami en Venus Gardens para encontrarme con el señor que hace el patio.  Si mami pudiera ver las flores les gustaria pero tambien estaria algo triste por que ella tenia un balcon lleno de plantas ornamentales, miramelindas, orquidias y pajaritos.  No se como no se morian con el arroz que ella le daba todos los dias.   Asi es.  Los tiempos cambian y ya mami no puede estar en casa pero por lo menos yo puedo asegurarme de que el patio este bonito. 

Thursday, March 03, 2016

They Called Him Nino--Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia

I began to listen to this memorial service because of a link Eric Metaxas put up on FaceBook, but to my surprise, I found myself drawn into each short eulogy. The anecdotes shared and the tributes Justice Scalia received from the distinguished people whom he counted as friends and family are a testament of the quality of his character.  This memorial service is worth your time.

Please find the Memorial Service for Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Run Way of Hope

What have I been doing these days to keep me busy? Well I have been helping the Salvation Army's Women Auxiliary spread the word about the upcoming Fashion Show, Runway of Hope, in Isla Verde Puerto Rico.   Several fabulous designers including Orlando Lopez will be featured as well.  You can find out more information about all the designers, the event's New to You Boutique and the Silent Auction.   As a beautiful note, honor will be given to whom honor is due as grand designers such as Carlota Alfaro, Nono Maldonado, and Mirtha Rubio's classical designs will also be on display.  You will not want to miss this event.   To secure your invitation please contact Brenda Rodriguez-Lago at 787.999.7000 at extension 69028.

For more information on the Fashion  Show please go to the Facebook Runway of Hope event page at:  

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

History Every Where!

I don't think there is a country in this world where time almost stops.  You look at a place and you can travel to the past and you can travel to the future.  Of course there are stories of time travel taht you can make up about almost any place, but when these stories take place in a holy book such as the Bible.  Well, that is different.  To go to Caesarea and know that the apostle Paul left to a distant shore from there, or to see the foot prints of the Romans! It sort of takes your breath away.

Not only are there stories reference that already have taken place but there are pending stories yet to unfold.  Take the Megiddo Valley referenced in the book of Revelation where a great battle involving several world power that everyday we read how the players mentioned there are setting themselves into place.  You gasp because you know that everything that is in the Bible that was predicted to happen in the past, took place, and have been studied and verified.  The unfulfilled prophecies will most surely take place as well.     

So on our way up the coast from Tel Aviv we approached Ceasarea and this is pretty much what we saw with a little side trip to Megiddo and its awesome plains.

A Thrifty People!

A thrifty people!  Something of which to be proud!  One of the things I noticed on my trip to Israel was that the people did not waste their money!  The government fomented thriftiness and so did the general population.  90 percent of the homes I observed had water heaters and solar panels on their roofs.  I often saw people's clothing drying on the porches.  In Tel Aviv on the coast where most of these pictures were taken I also observed wide tree-lined promenades where the residents could walk or cycle safely to their destinations.  Water is also a most precious commodity and the drip irrigation system was also visible were there were plants and bushes.  It made you feel good that people and the government were responsible about making good use of their resources.  I loved it!  

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Life is always Changing

I moved from Florida back to Puerto Rico!  Shocking.  I love telling people that.  To my utter surprise, I have never been happier.  Estoy en Puerto Rico.  I keep so busy I hardly have time to scratch my head really.  I volunteer at church.  I volunteer with the Salvation Army. We invent things to keep us busy.  I check my daughters' beach house and keep it clean.  I am decluttering constantly.  I keep a porch garden and talk to my neighbors.  And I sleep and eat.  Who has time for more.  Oh, I forgot, I visit my elderly mother 3 times a week and sometimes 4 if she needs to go in for an appointment and we just found out she has a terminal disease,*

Life is going to change for me again.

Life is going to change for her as well.

I am taking a deep breath.  I really haven't let it sink in.

Dios me la bendiga.

God bless mom.

Lord we need your help.

*Note:  Full of joy!  After the biopsy, it turned out that my mother's cancer is not the type that metastasizes! Overjoyed!

Walking Through Jerusalem

Israel, my first trip.

Though the atmosphere was slightly tense, we decided to keep our commitment and venture to Israel as planned. We had taken eight weeks of Hebrew classes.  I had studied Bible passages of almost every place we were going to visit, looking them up in the concordance of my Bible.  I had packed a month ahead.  Packing, repacking, sorting, rethinking everything I would need.  Praying and talking and listening to God.   We had heard of the stabbings and I took my fears to God and in a million ways, He told me not to fear.  You know it says not to fear about 365 times in the Bible.  It seemed like all my friends and all me feeds were on the same theme.  Do not fear, I go before you.  I will never leave thee nor forsake me.  Have I not commanded you to be courageous?  He lovingly told me a hundred more times.  I believed him.  So in the midst of the stabbings, I was determined to go.  One friend wrote out her will.  I did, too.  I organized my papers.  I was going.  Only the Lord could stop me and He had given me the go ahead.  So we went.

So that first day walking in Jerusalem, I wanted to dance, but I didn't since I could see at times the anger, tension, and stress on the faces, but we kept our faces like a flint and moved through the city, trying not to get lost and get to what called us there.  Rather WHO called us there.  I really went with the heart to tell those people that I met how much I loved their country and how much I loved them.  I went there to be kind.  I went there to show the love of Yeshua and I had so many beautiful opportunities to do that, that it almost made me cry.

I was like a little girl loose in a candy shop.  I was like a sponge just discovering water.  I don't think I ever closed my eyes.  I saw people sleeping on the bus days later as Israel rushed by.   I never did.  I could never get enough.  You know how it is that you have read over and over about this magnificent country and its renowned people.   The struggles, the customs, the foods, the Holy Days, the desert, the wilderness, the Sea of Galilee, Nazareth, Jerusalem, the history, and the Messiah, my Messiah walked on this part of the earth! It was my first trip.

It is my first trip and so far my only trip, but I want to go back.  I am hungry to go back.  If I could afford to spend a month there, I would.  I would go to the Wailing Wall, the Kotel, everyday.  I would see all my email contacts.  I would visit the Sherut again, slowly, taking time to meet the people and ask questions.  The last time I went, the pace was very fast.  I wasn't leading the way, an acquaintance was and she had been there a zillion times and well the first timers weren't really on her agenda.  I understood, this was "her private" time.  We would be starting a tour in two days and her private touring-shopping- Kotel time would be gone before we knew it.  And that is just how it happened.  Later I understood just how precious our Kotel time had been.

We went to the Western Wall for several hours on those first days in Jerusalem.  I saw the world walk in front of me at the Wall.  They come from all over the world.  Some are reverent while some are rude.  Some are impressive in their native garb, especially the ones from Africa, with their colorful clothing and head dresses.  I almost felt like a fly on the wall in my simple black rain coat and pashimina.  I saw one lady which I think was from a small country in the Pacific who perhaps was an actress or celebrity because she was posing endlessly for picture with no real sense of where she was.  You don't go to the Kotel to pose.  You go to the Kotel to pray!!! You to to the Kotel to tell the Lord how much you love Him!  Right under this picture is an IDF female soldier cutting a small branch from the bush that is hanging from the rocks there.  Who can blame her when her life is on the line everyday? That little branch will remind her of her faith, her country, and of the time she came to pray.

You go to the Wailing Wall to have an encounter with God but you see my encounter with the Lord happened many years before--actually in 1967-68. It was my years to examine my life and Jesus!  After a year, I give my life to the Lord!  Just so happens that it was that same year, I also fell in love with Israel.  I literally sat glued to the radio listening to the broadcast and updates about the Six Day War. I couldn't believe that that little underdog of a nation had been able to survive the onslaught of 5 other nations attacking them.  Was it five or three?  All I knew was that Jesus came from Israel.  I knew Jesus was Jewish!!!! I wanted them to win.  I wanted them to have Jerusalem back.

I am sorry if I am offending or ticking some people off.  This is my blog.  Sorry. Jesus was circumcised in Jerusalem.  Yahweh gave them the deed. You can read it in Exodus.  You can read it in Joshua.  You have to respect the Creator of the ends of the earth.  He gave it to them.  You can read it in the Bible. He has put his seal on Mount Moriah.  You can see it from space.  This land belongs to them and they have had to fight tooth and claw to get it back.   Just like I am fighting tooth and claw for the salvation of my children.  I sort of understand Israel.  They are warriors.  Nothing has come easy for them.  God has promised to go with them, he has promised to go through the floods with them, through the fire, through the fighting, but he never said he would do it for them if he had commanded them to go.  So, yes I admire them.  I love them.

So that is why I went to Israel. I went to see it for myself. I got to meet the nicest people, Jew and Gentile alike.  I must admit there were some situations that made me jittery.  One situation stood out. After visiting stores and the Kotel, a friend of mine and I let the sun set on us in Jerusalem and we had not gotten back to the hotel.  We started walking from the Lion's gate towards the Armenian section and two men stepped from the gate and it was dark.  The next section was going to be a dark lonely stretch and we had let them go ahead.  They did not seem friendly.  I sized up the situation rather quickly and when I saw some cars coming and one was a taxi, I flagged it down.  Yes, it used up most of the Shekels I had in my purse, but it was totally worth it. I blessed a Palestinian taxi driver who loved Christians he told us, not because we asked but because he was a genuinely nice person with whom we were able to converse all the way to the hotel.  He had a daughter who he called his princess and a lovely family.  I gladly and comfortably handed him my money than have who knows what happen to us.  The jitters melted away.  Just as we reached our hotel, our friends were stepping out for dinner at the YMCA and we walked over with them.  It was God's timing as well.

There is more to tell.  Let's see if the pictures come up as well.