Realization

My vacation on the west side of the island is over. It's left me with a lovely tan and a painful realization: I hate San Juan.  I love Puerto Rico. I hate the city.  the crowds. the waiting. the lack of parking. the pot holes. the trash everywhere. the shadowy danger. the impersonal everything. the street cats. the traffic  jams. the beggers. I am  NOT a city girl, and this weekend I realized that I'm supposed to live on the other side where everyone bikes, surfs, dives, and leads a slower paced people oriented life.  Conclusion: I am ()@#)@(#*)($* broken-hearted because I'm stuck in San Juan.