Ashford Ave.

If I ever need physical rehab, put me in a cab and drive me to Ashford Ave. (Ashford Presbyterian Community Hospital, P.R.) In the Condado, where the food is better than Grotto gelato. Where the hospital cooks cook up Grandma’s meals with all the feels. Thick servings of rice and beans, served twice as nice by the candy stripes. Parked in an ice cold air conditioned room with a window view of the P.R. North Coast, where the beach bunnies be doing the most. The nurses checking temps and B.P.’s, initiating immunotherapies. A quiet bed where the room’s door is heavy as lead. The room amenity is a fridge that is BYOB. I could bring a sixer of Medallia Light, all for me.

A two nite stay offers time to reflect, time to gather your feet under yourself while resting in the bed. The ocean breeze lapping against the window’s sill. The food is served in small portions but that is okay because it makes you hungry for another day. It is enough nourishment to build your strength. The quiet room, the air conditioning, the food, the friendly faces that were understaffed allows for exactly what one needs to rehabilitate. A need to be resourceful, a need to get stronger. A need to power up and get up and keep on keepin on.

Menu: pollo guisado, carne frita, beans and carrots, havena, breakfast sandwiches, rice and beans, water.