Río Piedras Botanical Gardens

These are a series of photos from the Río Piedras Botanical Gardens. They are located very near my home and it is one of those places I wish I had the time to visit more often. Some people go there to relax or to jog through the trails. I went for a walk and took some pictures.

These small red flowers are known as ‘Cruz de Malta.’

But of course, a garden is not a garden without a fountain…

and a turtle in a pond!

There is also a sculpture garden that contrasts with all the lush nature in the surroundings.

These palm trees seemed to resemble some sort of Stonehenge, so I got in there to see if they transmitted good vibes. Everybody needs them.

These offices were closed when I got there, but I know they give guided tours.

These flowers are known as ‘playeras.’

And these are from the family of heliconias.

This lizard did not seem to mind being photographed. In fact he stood still and left right when the flash hit, so he was lucky to be included in the photo.

There is an interesting orange insect feeding from the flowers here, but I don’t know his name. This is the closest I could get without scaring him.

And just as I was leaving, I saw they had parked this lovely train. I believe this is the one they use for their guided tours. I’d like to go back and see when they offer them so I can go again and take more photos.


Old photographs & memories

A little while ago I was looking for some old photograph albums at my Mom’s house and came across a treasures chest with some really old photos mixed with some not so old ones. Some were really deteriorated and others were intact. I was so amazed at the finding that I have decided to share them

This one is of my paternal grandfather, Don Ramón Cancel Larragoity. He used to be a Police Officer back in the days, when he lived in the city of Mayagüez.


Like any other ordinary man, he got married to María Teresa Negrón López and had a kid, my dad, Ramón Cancel Jr.


Dad, probably in his early twenties.


And then he met my mom, Elba Iris Olmo Costa. She was probably in her late teens or early twenties when this one was taken.


Several years later, we came along. I still remember the day I got that cut on my chin. I was standing on the hind foot lever of a tricycle. This tricycle was being driven by another girl. We were chasing my brother on a Big Wheel. We turned abruptly and crashed. I flew over both of them and landed on the edge of some glass windows with my chin. The whole event ended in a festival of tears and I got five stitches. Nice one!


Me and my brother, Ramón the III.


Elementary school portrait of him.


My sister, the youngest of the pack. This was probably her Kinder graduation, early 80’s.


And finally, one of the whole family. I think this was in 1988 when my Dad presented one of his poems at a local bookshop.


I have many more old photos in that treasure chest, but I’ll save them for later on. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with Jim Croce.