PR Day 0: Back on the Island
My suitcase was the last one off the conveyor. Everyone else had
gone. Cobwebs were starting to form.
Someone's bag has to be
first off, doesn't it? Whose? Has it ever been you?
Had a wonderful welcoming committee, hugs all around. Then to Mom's
for tostones and carne frita and rice. The plantains were freshly
cut this morning. There's just nothing like that.
Now to bed. The coquis are delightfully loud. The traffic and
sirens, louder but less delightful.
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