I'm listening to radio espanol, compliments of iTunes. I couldn't be farther away from here.
I'm having breakfast at a hotel café in Puerrrto Rrrrico. plantains and la taza de Alto Grande.
It's just myself and the bartender. His brown hand polishes pint glasses with a newly bleached towel. He catches my eyes for a second that has been frozen.
I smiled shyly, then glaze back out onto the street, to daydream.
It's not an expensive cafe. I can just catch a glimpse of the spiraling waves and the surreal color of the water from my seat. That's all I need.
Cluttered on the mosaic table are brochures of endless possibilities. Night swimming in a sea of diamonds, maybe a salsa lessons with a stranger in a linen suit, or a stroll down a cobblestone street, a dip in an infinity-edged pool, a taxi ride downtown to the colorful market...
I leave my pesos on the table and call out "Gracias! Adios!" to the bartender.
I tingle when the warmth kisses the hairs on my arms, my neck, my face.
Que bonito dia!
oh how i love this memory and the music that brings me there.
where will your music take you today?