I'm going to step myself back 2 weeks to what was quite possibly my favorite activity in San Juan: feeding fish stale (and out-of-focus, here, sorry) bread from the small pier at the hotel.
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The rocks underneath formed the perfect parking spot for hundreds of the scroungers, who went nuts for old dinner rolls and English muffins.
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