It’s not a house: it’s a casita. The diminutive of casa — Spanish for “house” — is important. Not because it minimizes or diminishes what it describes, but because it implies affection, intimacy, and family. In the Caribbean, diminutives have the ability to smooth over complex topics.
In these parts, you don’t ask for a favor: you ask for un favorcito, a little favor. You don’t boast about having a huge sailboat (even if it really is): you simply have a tiny boat. And you don’t go out for a meal; instead, you grab a little something, even if you’re referring to a banquet. So, when the complete stage setup for Bad Bunny’s concert residency — titled No me quiero ir de aquí (“I don’t want to leave this place”) — was unveiled last summer in San Juan, Puerto Rico, it was only natural that everyone started calling it la casita, or “the little house.”
It’s true that its dimensions support the nickname: it’s about 42 feet wide and 42 feet deep, with an 11-foot ceiling. The model is as wide as the real house that inspired it, but less deep.
However, that affectionate diminutive has much more to do with the emotional and historical weight of the structure than with its appearance.
The casita first appeared in the short film (directed by Arí Maniel Cruz and Bad Bunny) that accompanied the release of the album titled Debí Tirar Más Fotos (2025). It stars filmmaker and actor Jacobo Morales — a key figure in Puerto Rican culture — and tells a story about the near future, in which the displacement currently taking place on the island is evident. The Puerto Rico depicted is one in which there are no Puerto Ricans, something that a certain political force today desperately longs for.
The original house was found by designer and art director Mayna Magruder Ortiz in the municipality of Humacao, in the southeast of the island. It was initially intended for the film, but later on, Bad Bunny’s team decided to incorporate a replica of the house into the world tour’s stage design instead. The creative process behind this decision — like almost everything that the singer’s inner circle works on — is a closely guarded secret. This isn’t only to maintain the element of surprise, but also to avoid pushing viewers and listeners toward a specific interpretation. The team also typically requires collaborators to sign confidentiality clauses in their contracts, which is why neither of the two creators of the set piece — Magruder and Rafael Pérez Rodríguez, in charge of construction and logistics — can give interviews.
When asked for comment, the artist’s team explains: “The casita is Bad Bunny’s intellectual creation, open to everyone’s interpretation through his short film.”
During Bad Bunny’s concert residency — which ran from July to September 2025 — the casita sparked all sorts of conversations. First, its location and the visual obstruction it created for part of the audience caused discomfort; then people debated its role as the setting for the concert’s second act, which followed a first part that took place in a rural setting, with native trees, traditional instruments, flamboyant costumes, and typical island dances.
At the beginning of each show, perreo and le lo lai — reggaeton and jíbaro music — merge as interchangeable expressions of the same emotional register, whether festive, melancholic, or defiant. Then, inside the casita, came what most consider the best part of the show: the selection of classic perreo tracks — or, more precisely, the most sexual, the most explicit, the most down and dirty. In other words, when Bad Bunny stepped into the casita, everyone knew it was time to perrear for real. The third act returns to the original stage, now centered on salsa and the full orchestra.
Months later, the casita began touring the globe on the artist’s world tour. For instance, it was installed on the stage of the Super Bowl LX halftime show this past January. And, wherever it’s set up, it’s met with the same reaction: everyone wants to go inside.
Those lucky enough to receive a coveted invitation can enter the little model house to dance on its balconies and experience the concert from that perspective (it fits about 30 people inside, while the roof can hold 20). There, they can feel like they’re at one of those classic parties in Puerto Rico, the kind of celebration that’s usually advertised as a small gathering of family and close friends, but ends up filling the entire road with more strangers than acquaintances. Still, in that moment, everyone feels like family.
While the focus is on the casita, the guests are — so to speak — family, while the rest of the concertgoers effectively become friends of friends, distant cousins, or neighbors who show up at the party somewhat uninvited, but end up dancing in the middle of it all, helping out in the kitchen, and watching the night go by in a rocking chair on the balcony. The little set piece thus manages to convey the intimacy of a house party within the massive scale of a concert that brings thousands of people together in a stadium.
One of the surprises of each concert night has been discovering who will be in the casita. Figures such as Ricky Martin, Kylian Mbappé, LeBron James, Lionel Messi, Penélope Cruz, Javier Bardem, Salma Hayek, Pedro Pascal, Karol G, Cardi B, Young Miko, Jessica Alba,Alix Earle, Diego Boneta, Belinda, Austin Butler, Loreto Peralta, Bárbara de Regil, Ana de la Reguera, J Balvin, Natanael Cano, RaiNao, Eladio Carrión, Félix Tito Trinidad, Miguel Cotto and José Piculín Ortiz— among others — have all been in the set piece, in addition to a long list of influencers and key figures in popular culture.
As they dance around — and as the show moves in and out of the structure — guests can see artwork by Puerto Rican artists like Lorenzo Homar and Alexis Díaz, sit on the sofa to watch one of the screens installed inside, order a drink in the kitchen (which doubles as a bar), or wander around the area where the DJ is playing music. Outside, there are lots of plants, typical of the island’s home gardens. At times, Bad Bunny comes and goes, dances with the crowd, sits and sings in the balcony chair, and climbs onto the roof and walks across it (something much appreciated by concert-goers whose view was obstructed by the prop house). He jokes around with the concert’s key character — Concho the toad — about how he’s gotten a little carried away with his “little party,” which has now become a massive bash.
At the peak of the concert, the audience is invited not only into the intimacy of the space — “I invite you to my casita,” the singer declares — but also into the liberating, transgressive energy of dancing with complete abandon. Whether one comes back up from that level of intensity is another matter.
However, the love affair with the little house was put to the test on September 17 of last year. That was when a lawsuit was filed against the artist and several production companies by the owner of the original house that inspired the casita: 84-year-old Román Carrasco Delgado. The grounds for the lawsuit were unjust enrichment and breach of contract, with Carrasco Delgado seeking damages. It was alleged that the project’s scope was never explained to him and that his signature didn’t reflect his clear understanding of the terms of the contract, which he signed for the use of the property as the central setting for the short film. Meanwhile, the production company maintains that the process for reaching an agreement regarding the use of the property was transparent.
After an attempt at an out-of-court settlement failed, Carrasco Delgado continues to seek $5 million in damages for harm to his economic interests and an additional $1 million for emotional distress, since — according to the legal filing — his daily life has been disrupted by the constant flow of curious visitors who come to look at his property.
The casita — built as an artistic project — not only represents something essential in Caribbean architecture. It has also awakened collective memory, while revealing the power that architecture has to open urgent social conversations. For many from the region, the casita doesn’t simply resemble the one where they grew up, where they went to visit their relatives in the countryside, or where they went to live in a new development: it’s also a symbol of hope. An entire generation thought that they could improve their lives through concrete, only to crash against the reality of a government unable to sustain those promises. In the end, the concrete turned out to be nothing more than cardboard.
The original structure behind this style of house was built by adapting the floor plan of a home in Levittown, one of the first housing developments inaugurated in Puerto Rico. This suburb would become the place that thousands of Puerto Ricans would return to, after years of migration to the mainland United States. It’s also a symbolic place for the working class, who believed in the worn-out project of an unincorporated territory. They either left the countryside for the city, or brought the city’s aesthetic back to rural life.
The casita is one of those universal metaphors for a homeland, but rendered in its most intimate form and through a Caribbean lens: bright colors, open balconies, Miami‑style jalousie windows for the climate and for keeping secrets. Above all, it is an invitation to what a house has meant in Latin America — a place where doormats say mi casa es su casa, and mean it.
In September 2017, just as Abner Román and Karla Ly Quiñones were about to open the doors of Café Comunión in the Santurce neighborhood of San Juan, Puerto Rico, Hurricane Maria devastated the island.
“It took the entire front of our shop, we had structural damage and there was no electricity,” they remember. Instead of serving coffee from behind a counter, they took to the streets. “I would make it at home in the morning and walk across the street with a thermos, milk and sugar,” Abner recalls. They gave the coffee away for free, and also accepted donations, which they used to rebuild what the devastating storm had destroyed.
Who would have thought that seven years later Bad Bunny would stop in for a coffee at their shop after voting in Puerto Rico’s 2024 gubernatorial election? And that the singer would end up forming such a close relationship with Karla and Abner that he would offer them the chance to join his tour so he could keep drinking his favorite coffee while performing around the world.
“He came with his assistant, sat at the bar and we spent several hours talking about coffee and normal things, like NBA games,” they say. He came back the following week and kept coming back. Abner thinks this is because “they treat him like everyone else. Other customers have caught the vibe and no one asks him for photos. They greet him, yes, but I think that’s part of why he likes coming here.”
The truth is that before Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio stopped by Café Comunión, several members of his team were already regulars. Through their frequent contact with people working in the music industry, Karla and Abner had toyed with the idea of offering their coffee services at concerts, but they never imagined they would do so on a tour of this scale, catering to all the backstage staff.
First they took part in Bad Bunny’s 30-show residency in Puerto Rico, held between July and September 2025. Then they were invited to join the DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS world tour — and off they went, with their “coffee shop on wheels” and their six‑year‑old son in tow.
Over the past few months, they have been serving coffee backstage at Bad Bunny’s concerts in the Dominican Republic, Costa Rica, Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Peru, Colombia, Australia — and now Spain. Each day, they cater to between 150 and 200 members of the artist’s crew, as well as the show’s guests. Abner admits he himself is still amazed by the situation.
“I had never heard of an artist taking baristas on tour. Concert venues offer catering services that include coffee, but here they wanted an experience — an area where colleagues could come to talk and disconnect,“ he says. ”Like going out for a coffee, but in the backstage area.”
Café Comunión’s distinctive blue cup has even made its way onto the stage on several occasions, with Bad Bunny raising it in front of the crowd.
Despite years of experience running their business, managing a mobile specialty coffee shop comes with its own challenges.
“Before we arrive at each city, we contact local suppliers and try to use that country’s coffee,” they explain. “We speak with roasters and producers, with espresso machine technicians (just in case), with milk distributors and sometimes with baristas in case we need someone to cover a shift.”
While they travel with the tour, their team keeps the two cafés they own in San Juan open (in addition to Santurce, they have another location in Río Piedras) and, in the downtime between shows, they make the most of the opportunity to meet other people in the industry. “We try to build connections in every country we visit.”
On June 4, during their stay in Madrid, they will be at Hola Coffee Roastery (Av. de Pedro Díez, 21Bis) preparing coffee and some of their signature drinks, a collaborative format they previously organized with cafés in Colombia, Mexico and Peru.
“The idea is to bring the Comunión experience to the country we’re in,” they say.
And what does that experience consist of? “We use the word ‘comunión’ in its secular sense. We want people who come to our coffee shop to feel welcomed and be able to disconnect in the company of others, creating a kind of communion between the barista and the rest of the customers.”
Two teachers who fell in love with coffee
Before opening Café Comunión, both Abner, 44, and Karla, 38, were teachers by profession — he taught English and she taught history. Owning a business had always been Abner’s dream, and this drink —which, according to him, “is consumed at all times in Puerto Rico” — had always caught his attention. So in 2008, he asked for a job at one of the cafés he used to frequent.
“Since teachers have the summer off, I asked if they would give me a chance to work those months,” he recalls. “I started washing dishes, then working at the cash register, and I really liked the coffee-shop atmosphere. Little by little, I learned to be a barista, and in 2013, I won a national latte art competition and then went to compete in Australia.”
There was no turning back. That prize confirmed he could make the leap from the classroom to the coffee bar, and he did. Karla joined shortly afterwards, focusing more on importers and the farms that grow the coffee.
“Although really we both do everything, because we’re a small business,” she says.
They gradually built a place for themselves in the coffee industry, and the next logical step was to open their own café. That’s how Comunión was born in 2017. Despite delays caused by Hurricane Maria, they managed to open before the end of the year, in December.
By then, Karla and Abner had been living in Santurce for some time, and he had worked for years in one of the neighborhood’s cafés, so they were already familiar faces in the area — something that helped them build a strong community around the business.
“After the hurricane, when neighbors saw us working hard to get things going, we connected even more. It was a moment when the community really came together, and we formed a very special bond,” Abner recalls.
They continued to take part in neighborhood activities and even opened their café space for community meetings. “We’re always ready to help however we can.”
Recently, Café Comunión was included on the list of the 100 best cafés in North America, Central America and the Caribbean. It ranked 44th, and was the only café from Puerto Rico to make it on the list.
“It made us feel very honoured; it was confirmation that we’re doing things right,” they say.
The couple has earned recognition from their own community in Puerto Rico, from the industry and now Bad Bunny — what will come next?
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At a time when tens of thousands of people flock each night to see Bad Bunny in Madrid and share millions of videos capturing his every move, it feels strange to think that on this very day, exactly 50 years ago, a concert took place that was likely attended by fewer people than those dancing each night in the Puerto Rican star’s casita— and yet may have changed popular music forever.
A gig recreated in at least two films (24 Hour Party People and Control) and named by NME as “the most important concert of all time.” We are talking about the Sex Pistols’ concert on June 4, 1976, at the Lesser Free Trade Hall in Manchester.
Half the boomer population of that northern English city claims to have attended the seminal punk show. But, as David Nolan notes in I Swear I Was There, the canonical book on the concert, it is relatively easy to clear up one of rock history’s great mysteries: how many people actually went to see a bunch of nearly unknown lads from London that hot Friday night in Manchester?
According to the city’s municipal archives, ticket sales generated a total of £14. At 50 pence a ticket, 28 tickets were sold. The confusion — and the ever-shifting number of supposed attendees — is partly explained by the fact that the Pistols played another show in the city a few weeks later. The select club of spectators that legend has placed in that room — including Bernard Sumner and Peter Hook (Joy Division and New Order), Morrissey (the Smiths), Marc E. Smith (The Fall), and Tony Wilson (Factory Records) — was most likely split between the two dates.
What is known is that the men who brought the Pistols to that venue were Peter McNeish and Howard Trafford, two Manchester lads who were fed up with the glam rock they heard at university. In a northern city like theirs, the way to learn what was happening in London was to read the British music press, which applied Fleet Street’s taste for hyperbole to popular culture.
On February 18, 1976, they read a review in NME, written by Neil Spencer, about a band that had opened for Eddie and the Hot Rods at London’s Marquee club. It said that they had played a cover of The Stooges’ No Fun, and that when someone in the audience complained they couldn’t play, a member of the band replied: “So what?” The article spoke of sex, violence, and anarchy. “We’re not into music, we’re into chaos,” the band said.
That review changed their lives — and their names. They became Pete Shelley and Howard Devoto, and began to sense a path forward for the band they were putting together, The Buzzcocks. They had a friend’s car at their disposal that weekend and drove to London to see the Sex Pistols. They caught them live on February 20 and 21, and, asking around for their manager, were directed to 430 King’s Road, where Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren ran the boutique Sex, around which the fledgling London punk scene revolved. The rest is history.
On June 4, Johnny Rotten, Steve Jones, Glen Matlock and Paul Cook — the Sex Pistols — played in the small upstairs room of the Lesser Free Trade Hall what may have been the most important of the 124 concerts they performed before imploding on stage on January 14, 1978, at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco — an event that symbolized the official death of the original era of punk.
In truth, the epiphany experienced by the members of the four Manchester bands transformed by the Pistols’ shows in the city (The Buzzcocks, Magazine, Joy Division and The Fall) was more aesthetic or philosophical than musical. They did not replicate their sound, but they did adopt their attitude. That night 50 years ago, the Pistols broke the traditional relationship between audience and band. It was no longer about admiring virtuosity or an elaborate stage production. They showed a direct path for anyone who wanted to express their discontent. A new way of understanding rock was born — one that would go on to shape decades of English music and, by extension, music around the world.
But that concert also speaks to how myths are made: layers of truth and fiction that settle over decades. All that remains of the show is a homemade poster, a bit of Super 8 film, a few photographs, and a ticket that, incidentally, mistakenly lists the year as 1076.
Fifty years later — though it feels like 950, as the ticket suggests — pop continues to create myths. From Johnny Rotten to Bad Bunny, from Vivienne Westwood to Marta Ortega. As for journalists, we remain determined to find “the most important concert of all time.” But this time, with far less room for myth, it is witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people live — and tens of millions more through the screens of their phones.
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