Near a busy street that buzz like a bee, there’s a small Park that harvest a tranquil and serene forest in the town of Bayamon, Puerto Rico, called Robert Junghanns. The parking was in solitude meaning the park was ours. We were welcomed by a long set of steps that took us to the top, from where you could see the concrete paths with its bright yellow boarders stretch as far as the eye can see.
There’s the need to stop for a few seconds and inhale the breeze that caress your skin, which has been tortured by the scorching Caribbean heat, and it’s accompanied by a overwhelming peaceful feeling.
Slowly I walked the path enjoying the rustle of the leaves that made the canopy above, while my family headed on. As I stop to take some pictures my son shouts to hurry up. So I did. He knew what was at the end of the trail, we like to visit the forest, and this time he wanted to get there without the sight seeing I love to do. There is always something new in every visit you do.
There it was the biggest tree we have ever seen and Lord and Master of the forest. Stretching his branches from which new trees form from the twisted roots that fall elegantly to the ground. Years of slow growth has made him what he is know. There we stayed and played amongst it’s solid roots and swinged from others.
When all was done, the playing and my photo taking, we took the boy to strech a bit more his legs at the playground, have a snack and head home.
This post was inspired by Where’s my backpack Travel theme: Twist