Isolating beaches, I: arrival
January 8th 2009 I must have been processing my Latin American experience aloud more than what was welcomed by my fellow single travelers at the retreat. Lush green and rough bark vines streamered our dining patio, looking over the Caribbean sea and sleepy surfer town below. Joe, a would-be bruiser from north Jersey if it were not for his Shakespeare softness, interrupted my storytelling with, “oh, let me guess,
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