The first day of spring, St. Patrick’s Day, Palm Sunday, Easter, my birthday and…
Yep. Calle Ocho everyone.
What else is there to do on a hot and humid Sunday afternoon after church and brunch?
Festival gear in check, I grabbed my Canon Powershot SD 450 and set out to brave the streets and elements of Calle Ocho. But before I ran up the miles on my New Balance 991s, I had to go over my rules one last time.
Calle Ocho Rules:
1. Roll solo.
Clans, posses, crews and cliques.
2. Limit self to 1 beer/alcoholic beverage per hour.
3. It’s OK to look – just don’t stare.
4. Manitos atraz. No se toca.
Let’s see how things went:
After seeing this (note Sapporo)
you know what happened to rule #2, right? And after demolishing, not breaking, rule #2 you know what happened to rule #3, right? And after…
You get the point.
When did it become OK for “thugs” to pluck their eyebrows (I’m talking shape, arches and all)?
Does one size really fit all?
Is my generation filled with doom and disease?
Is nationalism good, bad or does it even matter?
Adrian Salgado is a Realtor Associate with RED I Realty in Miami, FL and can be reached at 305-491-7179 or SalgadoA@gmail.com