We got off the bus early out of fear that we'd missed the stop. We needn't have worried; the mall, once we found it, was huge. It was vastly bigger than any of the malls in or around Boston, certainly, and it had all the familiar stores, but with clothes that I thought were cute. I think that even if this conference isn't here next year, I'm going to have to figure a trip to San Juan into my annual or biannual planning for clothes shopping. I didn't actually buy anything today, but that's mainly because I didn't feel like dealing with trying things on.
The big disappointment at the mall was the fact that the enormous Borders carried mostly English language books, and about half of the Spanish language books in the literature section were translated from English. That was a big let-down. There was not a single Spanish language book in the science fiction section at all.
On the other hand, in making a very small purchase in order to get change for the bus ride back to our guest house, I discovered a super tasty candy -- turrón -- that I think I can recreate.
The great thing about malls in foreign lands, though, is that they really are where people go. Oh, sure, there are the mes of San Juan who only go to the mall when things get desperate, but, in general, it's a much more quotidian experience of a place than, say, the beach. Similarly, I love going to grocery stores in other places, even in the US, but especially in other countries, because it's just so interesting to see how things are laid out, what products are popular, etc. So being at the mall was strangely satisfying from that point of view. Plus, it was empowering to navigate the bus system and converse in Spanish (mostly successfully) and generally to be in the city part of the city.