I was walking and contemplating the beach. It was dark, I smelled salt, and there were tourists. My almost toned arms captivated the attention of some young tourist girls, and all of a sudden an elder woman of penetrating sight looked at me, and I looked at her. She pointed at me and opened her mouth, as if she was gonna tell me something. Then a noise came from behind me and that elder woman of golden hair yelled, “Ruuuuuuuuun, there comes La Mareaaaaaaa. Take coveeeeeer”, and while she was screaming a big tide came and took us all. I didn’t noticed all the tumbles and turns I did inside that big wave, but what I remember is that all of a sudden I found myself in the nicest place on earth, if it was still earth.
The Police was playing on the jukebox, a sound of cooks cooking was able to fuse with the music and turned into a symphony of pure lust and food porn. I raised my sight to the entrance of that magical place and noticed that the two young and beautiful were there. They smiled at me, and one of the murmured to the other (I could hear) “Wow, suddenly I don’t just like Puerto Rico, but the local guys too.” I smiled and then changed sights to the kitchen. Honestly, I was more interested on what was happening in the hot line than in the entrance.
A guy came to me with with a menu and said, “Bienvenido a La Marea. El especial del día es…”. And while he talked and prayed his menu, I couldn’t resist the idea of eating something wonderful. “Ok, bring me a whiskey with coconut water and a pork tenderloin with sauteed vegetables.”, without letting him finish. He brought the glass of golden happiness with coconut and I just sat back and relaxed.
I enjoyed the view, the drink and the music, and the food came I enjoyed it too. I don’t know what happened there but I got lost in the translation. Maybe it was the food, the music, the wink from that beautiful lady or the salty beach smell. I didn’t want to go back to reality, I just wanted to hang out a little bit longer. I wanted to call home and ask my family to come, and just stay there forever, you know live in shorts, sandals and sunglasses… tanned and all. And while sitting there and enjoying a creme brulee for desert that elder woman screamed La Marea once again.
A big wave came and whipped us all again. Next thing I know I was walking back to my little room, thinking about my job and stuff. I got to the room and went to bed. And while I was sleeping I could hear La Marea coming and going.