I lived most of my childhood in a cookie-cutter house in one of the blandest, most non-descript, middle-class suburbs in all of San Juan, Puerto Rico. There were doors that led to nowhere and windows forever closed. Fast forward, and here I am, actually on the dance floor enlivening through movements those lyrics I remember so well, as I moved to this pulsating, dramatic rhythm.
Read MoreOnly a month ago I had the thrill of a lifetime. Here I was lurching on my Vespa through the streets of Rome, swaying from side to side as I made my way through crowded avenues and narrow cobblestone covered alleys. The cars around me swerved, switching lanes, blasting their horns. I felt exhilarated! Here I was living in the moment, laughing and celebrating life, carefree and free!
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