Wakeup call

Yesterday I stumbled into Raquel’s house while she happened to be looking through a photo album. I sat down and looked at pictures with her. They showed tourists getting painted by the locals, the locals dressing up in all the traditional wear and paint and necklaces, playing drums and flutes and maracas. The tourists looked into the preview pantallas of their cameras, surrounded by laughing Continue reading

Stark horror, and the plastic heart of the ocean **

Last night I was lying on the beach listening to music when a group of three locals approached me. “Have you witnessed the turtles laying eggs yet?” They asked. “No!” I said, hope flooding my voice. “Let’s go…” I followed them about 50 yards, and I don’t know how they knew she would be there, gloriously perched Continue reading