Breathing Golden Moonbeams
Wet sweat stains my shirt. My hair is long, gray, unwieldy. My goatee resembles an iguana’s dewlap “beard.” I’m a wide-eyed tropical outlaw on a mission. “Hola, ¿habla inglés?” I say to the young woman working behind the counter at Bambu Café Isla. She does. Unlike most English-only Americans, countless people who live in Isla […]
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