I had something awesome to write about last night. I completely forgot. I remember it being amazing and magical. Go figure. I don't think it was about food. it might have been about the stars, though it was not a night of shooting stars, and the full moon is tonight, not last night. I am hoping to remember by writing right now. hmmm..we drank Flor de Cana, I do not think I would want to go home and write about rum. no, it wasn't about the 'reason for my current headache.' what else happened?? It wasn't about the new dream catchers I have been creating, or the rice noodles I scored on finding in the city that we had for dinner? Why am I always thinking about food? We listened to Reggae and had shots of jalapeno vodka- they were wicked strong...
Maybe it all was just-lovely- and I use that word because I see through obvious rose-colored-glasses- how the town looked in the evening. Lovely not as in pastels and flowers, but how simply happy and alive the little junction of 2 roads which we call "El Tunco" was. The little stands of food, the different kinds of music, the smells, the conversations, the people- families and groups of surfers, groups out for girls night-and the older men watching with smiles., and the fireflies- little fairies glimmering throughout this magical little town. I can not remember the wild hair I was supposed to write about, but the view sitting on the sidewalk at a pop up white plastic picnic table was perfect. Being where you are, being simply happy in your existence, that's beautiful.
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