Puerto Rico. Americanised.

I came to Puerto Rico in the very last minute, actually. I made my decision on the plane, some 20 minutes before landing in San Juan, which was supposed to be just a transfer airport. I was glad that a Puertorican flight attendant convinced me to stay for one night. Then, an American Eagle Airlines employee changed my unchangeable and non-refundable ticket, so I could have a peak of the island.

San Juan was colourful and very hispanic. I did not like that the American way of life took over almost every aspect of shopping, traffic and, it seemed, mentality.