Message | I am a jibaro from Orocovis, we still have a house; the third one after the panaderia on the Barranquitas road, next to Tono Melendez. Both my parents were school teachers for more than 40 years in Orocovis. I visit Orocovis at least twice a year and bring with me pasteles de carne or de pollo wrapped in hojas de platano. I also bring with me at least cuatro libras de pan de agua the best anywhere in PR or any other place in the world. And what about longanizas de pollo from Dona Maria, a short distance from the el viejo cementerio. My mother wrote two books, one were poems dedicated to Orocovis, my father, daughters and son. The other one about los viajes alrededor del mundo made by these jibarita who never lost her love for our beutiful mountains, our river that ran behind our house, the schools, the people and the great, simple people that with many hard efforts made it to compete with those who were de la losa, remember? It took four hours to ride the bus from Orocovis to San Juan. We had to get up at around 400 in the morning, drink a cup of black, home toasted and ground coffee and hoped not to get sick during the 365 turns curvas from Orocovis to Corozal. Or go to Barranquitas, la guitarra de Comerio, have breakfast there, buy quesitos del pais con pasta de guayaba at the los quesitos de Comerio. During that long trip, with a thousand stops on the way, quite a lot of chismes were spread and everybody se enteraba de todo el mundo |