la manzanilla, mexico.
fourteen days in mexico and even after two weeks of turquoise inner-tubes, whales in the bay, fish tacos with avocado,
skin that smells like sunscreen, straw hats and hammocks, iguanas falling out of trees, flip-flops and pelicans dive
bombing, palm-trees and parrots and sand in our hair, mariachis in white suits and strawberry ice-cream in the afternoon,
geckos on my shoulder, waking up to roosters and bells and the barking of dogs, jicama and papayas and mangos…i
always leave wanting more.