Fresh Lime on Everything 🌴

A love poem about my chosen home—Puerto Escondido, Mexico

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I want to live where people surf. Where someday maybe I can become a surfer.

I want to live where I know when a dog is lost or when a traffic accident happens.

I want to drive a moto under palm trees. I want to drive a truck down dirt roads.

I want to have sand at the foot of my bed, next to my dog.

I want to live where people know each other by first name and share the same beach town greeting. I want to walk down the street flashing shakas and saying “hi” to people. I want to say hi in two different languages.

I want to live where people grow food and prepare it by hand. Where the elders make backyard alcohol with a family recipe.

I want to play volleyball at sunset and then dance to live music at night.

I want to live where people watch the sunset and where the moon almost seems too close. I want to chop coconuts. I want to catch a fish and then eat it. I want to eat stacks of handmade tortillas.

I want to make new friends easily. I want to cheer for and learn from my friends. I want to eat mushrooms with them.

I want to be barefoot. I want to live where ideas become real things. I want to live where they put fresh lime on everything.

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Quiero vivir donde la gente surfea. Donde algún día tal vez pueda convertirme en surfista.

Quiero vivir en donde me entere cuando se pierda un perro o cuando ocurra un accidente de tráfico.

Quiero conducir una moto bajo las palmeras. Quiero conducir una camioneta por caminos de tierra.

Quiero tener arena a los pies de mi cama, al lado de mi perro.

Quiero vivir donde la gente se conozca por su nombre y comparta el mismo saludo de pueblo costero. Quiero caminar por la calle mostrando shakas y saludando a la gente. Quiero saludar en dos idiomas diferentes.