| 3.10-2 El Portal del Condado to Miguel's to San Juan International Airport to Budget to San Juan International Airport to the Airport Marina to the Police Station Sunday Morning to Monday Morning March 24th - 25th, 1991 |
The entitiy is awaken by the bright rising sun and a crowing rooster this Sunday
morning. Miguel is nowhere to be found. He apparently never did return last night.
The entity walks outside to a spectacular view. He looks out across a lush and
green canyon filled with tropical growth. The sun's new rays were glittering off of the
morning dew in the trees. The birds all around were chirping at the awakening of the
new day and the rooster was still crowing in the distance to greet the new sun.
As he starts to worry about Miguel's promise to take him to the airport this morning to
meet the plane which would finally carry him to Miami, Miguel amazingly turns the
corner of the house and greets him with news of a problem. He announces the car
has a flat tire. The entity reminds Miguel of their need to catch the plane to Miami by
7:30 this morning, just an hour and a half away. Miguel confirms this need and
states he knows of a friend who repairs tires but he usually doesn't fix tires on
Sunday morning. They decided it would be best to drive to his friend's and ask him
to fix the tire.
The entity gathered my belongings and they returned to the car. He can’t help but
laugh at the scene as the Miguel drives the car as hurriedly down the road on three
tires. Here is the father of the universe being driven to the airport in a demolished
"chariot" with a flat tire. A few miles down the road they pull into a house and Miguel
goes and talks to his friend. He agreed to fix the tire for five dollars. Once again,
money was a problem. Miguel had apparently spent the remainder of the $40 from
last night. The entity searches through my backpack and finds my checkbook. He
tells Miguel the best he can do is write his friend a check for the repair. After a few
minutes of cajoling, Miguel's friend agrees to fix the tire for the check. Fifteen
minutes and $5 plus a $5 tip later they drive off to the all night grocery store to pick
up the cash from Western Union.
Once again there was no cash waiting. Rushed for time and in need of money for
gas they again drive to the house of Miguel's brother to borrow more money. As
they approach his brother’s neighborhood the car begins to sputter and the engine
stops running. They had run out of gas. Fortunately, the gas station was only 10
feet further. So they pushed the car into the station and Miguel ran up to his
brother's house to get the money.
Miguel returned without a dime. So, the entity gets out of the car and asks a woman
filling her tank for a bit of money to purchase some gas so they can get to the
airport. She hands him some change and he proceeds to the next purchaser of gas
in the same manner. After collecting a dollar in change Miguel pumps the gas and
they head off to the airport.
With all of the unforeseen delays however, their flight for Miami had already
departed. Miguel parked the car and they headed for the terminal anyway. He was
now set on taking Juan, from Virgin Air, up on his offer. He would have to fly on the
Learjet to Miami. And with all of the problems he had been having with the major
airlines he decided he would only take a Learjet to Miami.
They arrive at the Virgin Air ticket counter but no one is behind the counter. A sign
on the counter reads, "Opening at 10 a.m.", and it is now only near 8:30. So he
instructs Miguel to sit down with him and wait patiently until Juan arrives. Not
surprisingly, Miguel looses his patience after only 15 minutes. He decides to take
the mounting pile of commercial airline tickets to Miami to the American Airlines
counter and attempt to get us two tickets to Miami. He takes the tickets and heads to
the counter as the entity follows along, trying to convince Miguel he will only fly in a
Learjet since he has never flown in one before.
After Miguel talks to an agent and gets nowhere with her, they head back to the
Virgin Air ticket counter to wait once again for Juan. This time he walks behind the
ticket counter and instructs Miguel, who has great reservation, to come back behind
the counter and wait with him too.
Finally, Juan and his co-worker Peter arrive and the entity talks to Juan about his
promise to fly him to Miami. He introduces Miguel to Juan and Peter and he informs
Juan that Miguel will be flying to Miami with him. Juan again asks how he will pay for
the flight and once again he informs him he has plenty of money to pay for the flight.
Juan then asks why they don't just take a cheaper commercial flight. He replies, "I've
tried that and I've gone nowhere now in two days." He pulls out all of my tickets as
proof and Juan looks through them again.
Juan then explains that he doesn't have any planes available to fly to Miami. All of
there planes are busy carrying passengers today with people travelling to the Virgin
Islands for Easter vacation. He points to another airline at the end of his ticket
counter and tells them to call the phone number they list and see if they can fly to
Miami today. Juan and Peter then leave their counter to prep and load a plane.
Miguel again wants to try to get on an American Airlines flight but the spirit wants to
go to the phones to call the other airline. He takes a Virgin Air advertising button,
places it in his pocket and heads off to the phones leaving Miguel behind. (phone
calls - Rx?) When he finishes with the phones he returns to the counter to find Peter
and Juan have returned. He looks for my backpack and it is not there. Peter
explains that Miguel had returned and taken it with him to try and get a commercial
flight to Miami with the tickets in the backpack.
The spirit heads to the American Airlines counter in search of Miguel. Once he
arrives at the counter he walks behind the counter, helps one of the many agents
load a suitcase on the conveyor belt explaining with a smile to a screaming
passenger that the suitcase knows where it is going. The passenger angrily tells the
agent who is smiling at the spirit that she will hold her responsible for her suitcase.
The spirit continues on behind the ticket counter in search of Miguel but does not
find him.
He arrives back at the Virgin Air counter to see if Miguel had returned but Peter tells
him he hadn't. He begins to tell Peter and Juan about his night last night with Miguel
and he tries to describe Miguel's car to them. Peter can't believe what I am
describing, so he demands to see the car. Together they walk outside to the vehicle
unloading area and cross the street. The spirit, in its fun and perfection, crossed
the street in a most unusual way. He timed himself to run backward in front of an
approaching vehicle while talking all of the while with Peter and smiling. The car,
having no time at all to brake for him continued right on barely missing the spirit.
Peter follows reprimanding the spirit. The spirit just laughs at him. They walk over to
the ledge of the vehicle ramp where the spirit points out Miguel's car in the open field
parking lot. Peter gives out a big walloping laugh when he spots it. They return to
the ticket counter where Peter confirms for Juan that Miguel's car was a real wreck
which breaks Juan and Peter both into deep laughter. The spirit continues his
search for Miguel.
On his way down the ticketing corridor he once again encounters his friends, the
airport police. He smiles as they ask him some questions and lead him once again
to the airport police station holding cell. The spirit, believing the police are here to
finally help him to get on a Learjet which will take him to Miami, is happy to have their
escort services. Once again, they load him in a police car and drive out onto the
tarmac. The spirit pulls out his Virgin Air pin and tells them Juan and Peter should
be ready to take him to Miami by now and asks the police to please take him to his
plane.
They pull up right next to the parked Learjets but they don't let him out. He can't
believe it. The police get out of the car and then open the gate which leads to the
airport vehicle exit near the grassy public viewing area (to watch planes take off and
land). The police return to the vehicle and they drive out of the airport. The spirit,
amazed and disgusted that he is still not heading to Miami, falls fast asleep.
An undetermined amount of time later the police awaken the spirit and tell him he
must leave the car now. The spirit looks out, sees a large shopping mall and looks
at the police with queried face. They point to a Walgreens Pharmacy within the
shopping mall and say, "Your friends are waiting for you in there." He looks at them
again with more query and asks, "In the Walgreens?" They shake their heads in
agreement. The spirit happily removes himself from the car, watches the police drive
onto the highway, walks across the mall parking lot and enters the Walgreens (and I
recall thinking, what the hell is Walgreens doing in Puerto Rico?).
Once in the Walgreens he begins to look for someone he knows. But truly it didn't
matter. He seemed to know everyone and everyone was his friend. So he walks up
to one of the store customers and begins to talk with her about the mistake he had
made and he asks for her forgiveness. She forgives him with no hesitation. He then
invites her to Miami for the concert where she will have a front row seat for her and
all those she loved. He explains that her name will be on the seat, as well as those
she loved and she will know where her seat is. Further, there will be no problem
getting to Miami since now all of the flights were free. Her mother, one of the clerks
who was standing behind the counter right in front of us smiles and enters the
conversation asking her daughter in Spanish what I was saying. She explains to her
mother who becomes overwhelmed with the moment and begins to tear up. The
spirit moves on to another friend.
He strikes up the same conversation with another store clerk, a young man who
understood English. The spirit begs for his forgiveness and he too easily forgives
the spirit for his mistake. Again he invites him to the concert, one like he has never
before seen. They are then interrupted by the store's head plain clothes security
officer. She asks the spirit to please not talk with the store clerks. She then points
out three of her plain clothes staff with whom he may talk with all that he wants. He
begins to talk with her but she apologizes for she had to leave for the day. As she
heads out of the store the spirit talks with one of her staff members and then also
leaves the store.
Once outside he walks over to a waiting car filled with four women and begins to
explain the mistake to them. Again he asks for their forgiveness which they offer
willingly and again he invites them to Miami. He moves on to a young man in a
Volkswagen also waiting parked at the curb near the main entrance of the mall. He
begins the same story with him. After several minutes his friend returns to the
vehicle from the mall and seats himself in the passenger seat. The spirit continues
to talk with the two of them. As with Christopher and Peter the night before he sees
a hidden truth between the two boys and he speaks it matter of factly and with a
smile. He meant no harm and the truth was not said to anger the boys. But anger
them it did.
They both jumped out of the Volkswagen and began to chase the spirit around the
parking lot. The spirit was laughing and smiling as the two threw several blows at
him, hitting him squarely in the face. By now a crowd of mall shoppers had
gathered. One of the boys grabs the spirit and hits him once again in the head. I,
feeling none of the pain that would be associated with the blows, am awed at the
spirits desire to take the punishment from the boys. He was wanting the punishment.
He felt he deserved it for his mistake. He wanted to feel the pain. He wanted to
suffer the way all of mankind has suffered from his one mistake. With each blow he
let out a deep animistic wail. He must have been amplifying the pain associated with
each strike. He was using my body in order to feel real pain. The crowd and the
boys were extremely frighten by the wailing.
The spirit grabs one of the boys and holds him by the arms and pushes him away.
The boy comes back at the spirit throwing me to the blacktop as the spirit breaks the
fall with my hands. I run smiling and laughing around the back of a car, crouching
and looking at my hands for the scraping and bleeding the fall to the blacktop should
have caused. To my surprise, there was none. Two people from the large crowd
come to my aid but to their surprise I smile at them and tell them I am just fine. They
walk away quite amazed, heads shaking.
By now the police come to the scene. They take the boys and me in separate cars
to the police substation which was weirdly right in the mall. In the station the police
begin to ask the spirit questions as the boys are yelling and screaming in another
room. They keep asking the same questions and the spirit keeps giving them the
same evasive answers which makes them angry. He laughs and smiles at their
anger. Eventually, the police allow the boys to leave but keep the spirit for further
questioning. The police obviously having trouble containing their anger at the spirit,
shake their heads and curse in Spanish. The police captain comes into the room
and calms her men down. She escorts the spirit alone into her office where she sits
him down and begins to question him herself.
First, she asks for his name. He answers, "Kory Lovre", and then he asks for her
name.
She replies, "Magdalena Maria."
He smiles and shakes his head no.
She asks, "And where are you from?", to which he answers, "I'm from nowhere and
everywhere, which ever. It doesn't really matter."
She smiles, "And where are you going?" He answers, "I'm trying to go to Miami but
everybody is trying to keep me from getting there. Every time I try to get on a plane
at the airport the police pick me up and drop me off somewhere I don't wish to be.
What is your name again?"
She answers, "Magdalena Maria", to which he replies, "No it isn't."
She says back, "Yes it is."
He says, "No it is not. I know who you are and you truly know who I am. Your real
name is Maria Magdalena."
She looks back at him without reply and continues the questioning. She asks him
about the fight. He tells her he was just talking with the boys when they got out of
their car and began to beat on him. He tells her he’s o.k. though. He again asks her
for her name. Again she replies, “My name is Magdalena Maria.” He quickly retorts,
“No it isn’t. I know your real name and your real name is Maria Magdalena. You
must have changed it to Magdalena Maria. I also know that you have been a whore
and I forgive you for that. Can you forgive me for my one simple mistake?”
She answers, “Yes, now let’s continue. Where are you going?” Just then one of her
officers pops his head in the door and she tells him to shut the door and wait a
minute. Her officers continue to speak loudly outside the door.
She asks again, “Where are you going?” He replies, “I’m going to Miami. There’s
going to be a big concert their and I want you to come too. I’d like for you to take me
to the airport so I can get to Miami today. Surely, Maria Magdalena, of all people,
you can help me? You know who I am, you know where I’m going, now you must
help me out.”
She smiles and says, "I know who you are. And yes it is true. My real name was
Maria Magdelena. I changed it when I got older. And yes, I used to be a whore. But
now I am married and I have two children. I would love to take you to the airport
myself but my husband is coming right now with the kids. We have a wedding to
attend, so instead of me driving you to the airport I will have one of my officers drive
you so you can get to Miami."
He smiles and thanks her as she leads him out of her office into the angered crowd
of officers. She instructs one of her officers to take me to the airport. The crowd
breaks out in loud roar, not believing Maria Magdalena would just let me go. As the
spirit gets into the back seat of the patrol car he sees Maria Magdalena driving away
with her husband and children. As the officer drives out onto the highway the spirit
attempts to convince him that it is safe to drive on the wrong side of the street now,
that the car knows where it is going and knows safely how to proceed. He promises
the officer it will be safe. The officer thinks about it for a minute and almost trusts,
almost doing it but then just laughs and continues driving to the airport on the
correct side of the street.
Back at the airport the spirit heads straight for the Virgin Air ticket counter where
Juan is waiting to help customers. The spirit relates the story of the mall and the
beating and the police to Juan who listens with wonderment. He leaves the counter
in search of Miguel but again begins to ask other travellers for their forgiveness and
inviting them to the concert in Miami. He made some more phone calls to friends in
the states and within a couple of hours was once again cuffed and in the hands of
the law in the airport holding cell.
Once again no questions were asked. Once again they loaded him in the police
car. And once again they drove him out onto the tarmac and parked directly in front
of the Learjets. The guard opens the gate and the police open the back seat car
door lead him off of the tarmac and into the adjacent public viewing area.
The spirit could not believe that once again the police had messed up. The planes
were right there in front of them. And they weren't letting him on. So he makes a
run for it while the gates are still open straight away to the planes. The police yell
and run after him, catch him, and march him back out the gate. They send him down
the road toward the airport entrance with instructions to stay away from the airport.
They watch him as he walks away to make certain he is leaving the airport.
The police finally leave, so he stops walking and begins talking to the families who
are in the grassy viewing area watching the planes land and take off. He meets a
gentleman who is eating a piece of fruit. He begins his speech about his mistake
which allowed another entity to enter his universe and switch the polarity of
everything in the universe, such that good was bad and bad was good, rich was poor
and poor was rich. The man agrees with him and offers him a taste of the small
bright orange half eaten fruit he is eating. The taste was out of this world. It had a
extra sweet flavor and soft meat like texture. He asks the man the name of the fruit.
He said 'it is a mahn-go'.
Suddenly, I recalled having tasted a piece of fallen fruit off a tree which was growing
in the jungle-like fenced-in area behind the youth hostel where I stayed in Fort
Lauderdale. It was the day Rene and I worked in the yard, the day I began feeling
the healthiest ever, the day the American beers I had with Nurettim and Robert
tasted strangely sweet. In fact, it was the day of the first night of my vivid dreams.
What was this unknown fruit? Was it one of the keys that freed this spirit? These
were just some of my many questions.
The spirit asks for forgiveness from the man for his one mistake. The man lovingly
offers his forgiveness. The spirit invited him and all he loved to the Miami Joe Roby
Stadium for the concert. Again, the concert wouldn't start until he arrived, he would
know where to find his seats, and they would have his name and those he loved on
them.
The spirit bids goodbye for now and continues walking out of the airport. By now the
night was fast approaching and the spirit once again decides to go see Juan of
Virgin Air about flying him to Miami. Upon entering the terminal he visits with Juan for
a while and then heads toward the American Airlines terminal. Once again while
walking down the corridor he is apprehended by the same airport police who once
again cuff him, walk him down to the holding cell, make him wait a couple of hours,
and then shuttle him in a police car (but this time with one tailing ours) to the gate in
front of the Learjets. This time they drive the police car out of the gate, close the
gate, and then release him closer to the airport exit and order him to leave. He
begins to walk toward the exit and the police follow him in their car. Once again
satisfied that he is leaving they turn around and head back to the terminal. And this
time the spirit was happily leaving the airport. He finally realized he would not be
able to fly to Miami. Everybody seemed to be working hard to keep him from making
it to the concert on time. In fact, he was already late, for he was to have been there
by yesterday.
On his way out he looks to his left and sees Budget Rent-a-car, the same place
where I rented the van just last Tuesday afternoon. Wishing to finally heed the
orders of the police but not knowing where to go on foot from the airport he decides
it would be best to rent another vehicle. He crosses the street and walks into the
office. Smiling, I notice a friendly and familiar face. It was Nora, the supervisor who
rented me the van the other day, the one I had invited to the Jose Luis Rodriguez
concert with me. I was thankful, for I knew she knew me and would have no problem
renting me a car without my identification, without my credit card, and most
importantly without any money. I knew she would understand my circumstances and
help me out.
I walk up to the counter, reintroduce myself, and begin to explain my situation and
ask her if I can rent another car. She suddenly gets a look of panic and dispair in
her eyes, one of great concern. She asks me, "Where is the ban?"
He matter of factly answers, "I left it near the hotel El Portal del Condado. My friends
parked it for me on Friday night because I wasn't feeling well. I don't know exactly
where it is but I know it is near the hotel and all I need to do is walk around the hotel
and look for it. Don’t worry, it hasn’t been stolen nor have I lost it.
Then where are the keys,” she asks with a quiver of worry in her voice.
"I left the keys at the hotel because I was late for my plane to Miami on Saturday
morning. I had to take a taxi and leave the van until I came back on Sunday."
She didn't understand. She suddenly grew hysterical. "You've lost the car, I know
it. YOU’VE lost the car and I'm calling the police," she shouted.
I tried to pursued her that I didn't lose the car and to please not call the police. I told
her I’ve had enough trouble with the police and I just wanted to rent another car to
leave the airport. All my breathe was to no avail. So I sat down in the lobby and
waited happily and patiently for the police to arrive.
Within minutes two police cars arrive and four officers enter the lobby. I stand up to
explain to them the problem and to my surprise it is the same airport police who had
just released me a half an hour earlier.
One officer says, "Oh no, you again. I thought we told you to leave the airport. I
guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson." He and another officer pull out their
night sticks and without provocation begin to beat me. Expecting to feel the pain I
cover myself and prepare for the worst turning toward the counter and away from the
police. Instead, the spirit once again accepts all of the pain as I begin to scream at
Nora who is standing just a couple feet away behind her desk to please have them
stop beating me. She yelled back emphatically....."No!"
After many blows they handcuff me and escort me to the back of the police car. He's
laughing and joking with the officers as they laugh and smile back as if what had just
happened was just an act for innocent bystanders performed by both parties. He
lies down in the back of the car and I fall asleep as they drive away from the airport.
A while later they wake us up and let us out in the dark night in an area along side
the ocean containing shacks of restaurants. We walk over to an open restaurant to
where a woman is barbecuing over an open pit. He begins to talk with her and asks
her for something to eat. She kindly gives him a piece of barbecued meat and he
continues walking in the direction the police car headed, back toward the airport.
After walking for a while he crosses a bridge and arrives at the entrance to a
guarded marina. He enters the marina and walks up to the guard. He asks the
guard if he can give him a ride to the airport. The guard, not understanding English
well enough to know his request, gives him a chair to sit in while he goes to get
somebody else who knew English.
The guard returns but without anybody. He informs the spirit and me to wait some
more. After some time a new guard arrives and the other guard leaves for the
night. The new guard, a nice elderly man, grabs another chair and sits beside me
and the spirit. The spirit begins to unfold his stories from the past days. He explains
his mistake, his opposite theory, and his concert in Miami. Midway through his story
the guards' younger brother joins into the conversation. He is a friendly, happy
fellow and they all three talk long into the night. A couple of hours later the guard
offers the spirit the opportunity to sleep in a dry docked boat. He leads him to the
boat and climbs in for the night and falls asleep.
A while later he awakens and hears someone on a boat in the water in the live area
of the marina. Still wishing to get to Miami and knowing that the airport has failed
him, he decides to go and ask the person on the boat if he might take him to Miami
on his boat. So he jumps down off of the boat and walks past the night guard who
now is fast asleep. He arrives at the docks and listens for the voice again but hears
nothing. Still wishing to go to Miami he realizes he might as well just borrow a boat
and drive there himself, returning the boat of course after the concert. He hops on a
boat, opens the hatch, walks through the sleeping quarters, and climbs a ladder to
the second story pilot house. He begins to search the control panel for the way to
start the engine. He finds a start switch, throws it, but nothing happens. So he
climbs down the stairs to the first story pilot house and attempts to start the engine
there. This time there was success - the engine fires up creating a rumble of noise.
He stops the engine, unties the many ropes holding the boat, and pushes the boat
into the tidal current and heads into the lagoon away from the ocean and the bridge
which he crossed to enter the marina.
Once into the lagoon he starts the engine again.
As the engine idled the boat began to turn to the right, back toward the shore. He
tries to correct the direction by steering to the left. But steering the boat all the way
to the left still did not correct the pull to the right. He realizes that this boat
apparently has two engines, one for the left side and one for the right side. He tries
to start the right side engine but fails. He attempts again to speed the boat up and
steer it straight but again he was unable to do so. With just the one engine roaring
he was hardly going anywhere but in a small circle. So he shuts the engine down
and decides to give it up with a laugh - all is conspiring to keep him from getting to
Miami. Still sleepy, he lies down at the stern of the boat and falls asleep.
Suddenly, he awakes to the pop, pop, pop of gunfire and a man shouting. He looks
toward the shore and sees the man who is shouting and waving. Again he hears
another gunshot and realizes this man from shore is shooting at him. A second man
appears on the shore and talks with the man with the gun. They instruct the spirit to
swim to shore now. So he takes off my shoes and shirt to prepare for the swim in.
He jumps off the boat and into the water feet first. Unexpectedly, he lands on his
feet. He walks across the shallow water into shore laughing at the absurdness of the
situation. He is greeted by the happy brother of the security guard with whom he
talked earlier in the evening. The upset man with the gun was the marina security
guard. His brother calmed him down and they all walked to the entrance of the
marina. The security guard shook his head the whole way while his brother was
laugh and talking with the spirit. They send the spirit off into the night much to the
relief of the security guard.
The spirit, now half naked, continues his walk in the direction the police car had fled
away earlier in the evening. After some time he arrives at a triangular intersection
filled with trees. Best of all, before his eyes - a PRT public telephone.
He goes to the phone, dials my MCI number and calls the only person he knows who
would be awake at this hour. He phoned Maria, the night operator at the Palmes del
Mar Resort. She is surprised and delighted to hear from him again. This night he
tells her some of the events of the past few days and the troubles he has had trying
to get to Miami. He then invites her as well as her loved ones to Miami for the
concert. She begins to sob and cry, wishes him well and they end their
conversation.
By now he was cold from the wet shorts he was wearing. Having no fear of anything
he does the sensible thing and removes his shorts, hanging them in a nearby tree to
dry. He then walks off down the street naked in the night.
Since it was by now into the early morning hours of Monday the streets were quite
deserted except for a few cars. He sees a fellow in a Suzuki Samurai type vehicle
drive past and he waves to him to stop. He wishes to ask him for a ride to the
airport. The fellow drives on and turns at the intersection. The spirit continues his
naked walk. A minute later the same vehicle passes by and again the spirit tries to
wave him down but without success. The vehicle passes a third time and turns the
corner again.
This time the spirit runs to see where the fellow is driving off to. He sees the
Samurai parked down the block. So, believing the fellow wishes to take him to the
airport he runs up to the vehicle, opens the passenger door, and hops happily right
into the seat.
The driver just gives him a long stare. He puts his left hand down to the side of his
seat and pulls up a large revolver, pointing it at the spirit. With no exchange of
words, the spirit smiles at him, opens the side door, hops back out and runs back
toward the intersection. He notices across and down the street another Samurai
type vehicle has parked on the curb and two men have hopped out and are heading
toward him with television sized video cameras. Just then a police car pulls up
behind their vehicle and the officer gets out of the car. The spirit runs quickly to the
police car, opens the rear passenger side door, and hops in. He shouts at the men
with the cameras that it is too early to be filming him yet, that they must wait until
Miami.
The police officer talks with the two reporters and obliges to their request for an
interview. He does not permit them to film the spirit however. After the interview the
officer drives the spirit to his substation, smiling in the mirror the whole time as the
spirit spoke with him. Once at the substation the officer leads him to a real jail cell
and locks him in. He remained locked away until late Monday morning.
Gas station on Calle Loisa near Miguel's brothers
Budget Rent-a-car (this is Punta Cana,
Dominican Repuplic Budget but San
Juan's looks similar)
Dominican Repuplic Budget but San
Juan's looks similar)
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