A collection of 32 pictures that were taken on an afternoon in Cagua’s botanical Garden .
Ever since the Hamilton lottery started I’ve been waking up with the wonderful good morning messages such as “Sorry you didn’t win a chance to purchase tickets to Hamilton today“(Sarcasm intended). I was losing hope until I remembered that there was a ticket sell for college students. But, the catch was there were only 1,000 tickets. Suddenly, I got a call from my friend and he said: ” we are going camping BECAUSE WE ARE gonna get those tickets ” and so the quest for Hamilton tickets was on. I got everything I needed: reclinable beach chair, a blanket, food for the midnight munchies, water, battery chargers and for entertainment, Briscas.
We arrived at 6 pm and the show was at 1:30pm on January 16. The line already started and the first thing that came through my mind was “This is going to be a long night“. We set our stuff on the floor and started playing the waiting game. Throughout the time on the line, we met new people and even joined their small group. They were students that came over from Mayagüez and we stayed with them all night. Playing UNO, talking about science facts, joking around and getting to know each other. When it was one in the morning the official reservation for the tickets started; everyone was on the edge. The employees started to count the students one by one and giving them numbers. Luckily, I fell in the category of the first hundred students, being number 94 of the 1,000 lucky ones. When I got my number, I felt a weight got off my shoulder
It’s past midnight and I needed to get some rest. Let’s just say that sleeping in a reclinable beach chair isn’t the most comfortable thing to sleep in. Also, add it with how surprisingly cold it was outside. But, comfort is something I needed to lose to get a ticket. I was tossing and turning around the chair; I couldn’t get a good rest and thus I was awaked for most of the night. Meaning that the sweet sleep deprivation might hit soon throughout the day.
When it was 7am the official student check would start. You had to have your student ID on hand and show that you’re officially registered on this semester; thus giving you a wristband in return. Meaning that you can be able to purchase a 10 dollar ticket. As we were waiting to purchase our ticket, Lin’s dad started to hand out free donuts and that was very sweet of him. When 8am hit, it was the moment we were all waiting for. They started to sell the tickets. The line was moving very fast. Each step is a step further on finally be able to experience Hamilton. After camping outside and waiting for many hours, I was finally able to purchase my ticket. I was very sleep deprived so I took a long time to process what had just happened. After I got the ticket I went home to rest a little bit.
As the time comes near, I waited on the line till the doors opened. My tiredness overshadowed my emotions. The line started moving, meaning that people were getting people in. As I went inside, I see all these lucky students in the ballroom; ecstatic to be here. As I went inside the theater and took my seat; that’s where it hits me. I’m in the room where it happens. Suddenly, with ought any warning, they dimmed the lights and the show started. Let’s just say that my anxiety was rising. Then came the part where Alexander Hamilton introduces himself on the song and everyone went nuts. Loud screams, cheerful applause and a standing ovation that lasted more than thirty seconds.
I felt so many emotions throughout the play. I was an anxious mess on Alexander Hamilton. Laughing on Farmer Refuted and every time King George comes on Stage. Collectedly tearing up with everyone on the theater with Satisfied. Dancing on my seat with The Room Where it happens and holding my breath on The World was Wide enough. It was a rollercoaster of emotions for 3 hours straight.
The function that I went on that day was extra special because January 16 was Lin Manuel’s birthday. After the play ended, everyone started singing Happy Birthday to him until he came out Ferri’s Bueller style with only his bathrobe on him. After the play ended I went straight to the back of the theater to get my playbill signed. I got it signed by some of the cast members such as the one that played George Washington and Thomas Jefferson; even got a picture taken with King George.
On 2016 when I was Passing the streets of Broadway; seeing the theater were they played Hamilton and thinking to myself how I’ll never have that kind of opportunity. Now on 2019 getting to actually see it. The journey to see this play is an experience I’ll never forget. Camping outside, sharing laughs and just having a great time with good company. Seeing this play live, especially here on my Island Puerto Rico, is one of a kind experience I will always cherish. I got to see history in the making with my own eyes and be part of it.
PS.Hey lovely people! for those that read my poem; thank you. In this year I’ll try to do more personal post in my blogs Such as sharing my thoughts, lil facts about me and poems. My inspiration behind this was how I find movie tickets all around me. In my purse, my wallet and sometimes on my desk. But, I still keep them safe in a small box. Its a small hobby that I have and I might share it soon on my blog.
On the 20th of September from last year, Hurricane Maria stroked Puerto Rico and changed the lives of many Puertoricans. I remember the day after Hurricane Maria passed, how everyone from the neighborhood just stood outside seeing the aftermath of the hurricane. All of us cleaning up the front of their houses. My parents and I were walking around, seeing the destruction that left. From light posts on the floor, pieces of zinc and trees on the streets; the neighborhood looked like a big mess.
Maria took a big toll on our daily lives. We were trying to live with ought the basic necessities; electricity and water. How we had to bathe with what puertoricans called “baños a cubitos” for the first few days. Since water came back a little early that we expected, I had family members come into my house just so that they can bathe themselves and feel fresh. The electricity didn’t come to our house for a month and a half.
When it came for food, my dad was cooking for a lot of people; no more than 9, this included family members and neighbors. Sometimes we didn’t have a lot to cook with so we came down to buying a lot in fast food restaurants ( thank you Wendy’s and Pizza Mia). I remember one early morning how my mom came into our house looking relieved because she bought a small carton of fresh milk for me and my sister to drink for breakfast. One time my mom, aunt and I, we went to buy food on the supermarket and we did a one hour line just too that we can buy food and water but the gallon of water was one per family.
The days in Maria felt longer and so we found methods to keep ourselves distracted . My neighbors and I took card games seriously . From briscas, UNO and the classic cards; that’s all it took to distract us. Solved a couple of CLUE mysteries and played the game of LIFE. I indulged myself in a couple of books, playing with my DS or just talking with my neighbors on the front porch.
Even from all the chaos, there are some fonds memories that came from Hurricane Maria. One day my friends came to my house and they and some neighbors decided to do a serrucho just buy and drink hot beer; proceeding on doing a small briscas tournament. How my friends and I we were just talking and the front neighbor made us popcorn or how we were just chilling in the roof of the house; taking some fresh air.On how my birthday was on the 25 of September and my mom went to a pharmacy just so she can buy a cupcake for me. In the midst of chaos, we had to embrace the small things just we can keep it together.
Hurricane Maria changes the lives of many people. We learn to adapt and to live with ought basic necessities. Our patience was being tested when we did lines just to get ice, water or gas; sometimes we didn’t even get it at all. How there was a moment where we just didn’t listen to the radio anymore because all we could hear was sad news. Maria is an event that will always be remembered by us Puertoricans; how much we struggled to keep our lives in order and survive.
Pictures of the aftermath of Hurricane Maria; Courtesy of Anna Gabriela Cintron .
Being a Transfer student from La IUPI my heart was full of mix feeling watching this video: