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(a) Installed Under Our Palapa

(a) Installed Under Our Palapa

Only the beginning.


(b) Patricio

(b) Patricio

Dreaming to the compass of the crashing waves.


(c) Indalecio

(c) Indalecio

With his feet in the sand and his cigarette in his hand.


(d) Gaby

(d) Gaby

Taking in the view of the red tide.


(e) Celia

(e) Celia

Listening to the radio and watching the waves.


(f) Beach Horses

(f) Beach Horses

A passing view from under our palapa.


(g) Makeshift Kitchen

(g) Makeshift Kitchen

Between the water and where we were sitting, the fishermen and their wives dished up our oysters and chopped up our octopus, not long after they took them out of the sea itself.


(h) Seasoning

(h) Seasoning

We requested a little salt. It arrived in a most practical dish.


(i) Ready

(i) Ready

Five seconds later, it was inside Patricio.


(j) Oyster Slide

(j) Oyster Slide

With lime juice, sea salt and buffalo salsa, it went down dangerously good.


(k) Finger Licking Good

(k) Finger Licking Good

Patricio sucked down a half dozen in a matter of minutes.


(l) Gentle

(l) Gentle

Who knows if the character I chose really means, "gentle," but as the days wear on, the tattoo is gently wearing off. It's been fun to have, though I mostly forget it's down there.


(m) Aunt Sara's Henna Butterfly

(m) Aunt Sara's Henna Butterfly

She expertly bargained for four tattoos; one for her, her friend Esperanza, her daughter Gaby, and me. The two boys pulled worn books of designs out of their backpacks, waited while we decided on what we liked, and quickly went to work with their henna pens on our bare skin.


(n) Palm Trees

(n) Palm Trees

After a few gusts of wind, Patricio gathered my wavy afro into baby palm puffs, sans the coconuts.


(o) Humid Rock Star Hair

(o) Humid Rock Star Hair

This is what the end of a beach day looks like.