Gary says he got more peace and quiet when I was sick. Apparently I’m chattering so much about the approaching fishing village of San Blas that I’m repeating stories about it. Like how I was scared Santa wouldn’t find the picturesque turnoff my parents took to spend Christmas. And how mom’s journal describes the beach we camped on as “like Hawaii.”
Clearly she’s never been to Hawaii and my childhood memories are suspect. The turnoff is still jungle-splendid but San Blas hasn’t quite recovered from a massive hurricane in 2002. The beach is more drab than dreamy. And the mosquitoes are so intense Wipeout hides her nose with her paws.
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