It’s the place that took years to find and yet, the one place you have always known. It’s warm air, hot sand, crickets and tree frogs. It’s full of life and devoid of chaos. It’s tall palms, winding roads, open-air jeeps and warm rain.
It’s diversity, commonality, sugar cane and love. It’s open waters, full sails, dinghy docks and pirate tales. It’s early morning swimming, Mic’s too-spicy Bloody Marys and laughter floating across the waves. It’s wisdom from a legend who describes himself as just a man. It’s the boy who stopped to visit and never left, the girl who followed her heart and all the dreams caught in between.
It’s away from it all and close to your soul. It’s blackened shrimp at that table by the dumpster and drinks on the curb. It’s the sun on your face high on the hill and the rooster crowing at four in the afternoon. It’s a friend where a stranger once was, a sunrise only matched by it’s own sunset, slowing down and lying low.
It’s the secret you want to keep yet can’t help but share. It’s the beach where everything seems possible, where you seem so small. It’s peace, it’s hope and in so many ways, it’s just like home.
