Ah, Mexico. Your pace, your palm trees, your sand, your sunshine... It's good to be back. The inner jukebox fired this one up shortly upon our arrival last week:Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
The sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your Spanish lullaby
I fell in love with San Pedro
Warm wind carried on the sea, he called to me
Te dijo te amo
I prayed that the days would last
They went so fast
I want to be where the sun warms the sky
When it's time for siesta you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves a girl...
Everything seems so much simpler here, including that last line, which feels anything but simple in my own life back at home. I'm having a whole lot of trouble understanding why, when that is so clearly the case, we can't find a way to make it work?
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