I wake up early
the tropical squall outside
turns the beach blue-grey
outside our hotel
the bay looks rather bizarre
so quiet and still
I get dressed quickly
we pack our bags just as fast
glancing at the paper
we check out quickly
before realizing that we
still had three hours left
so we drive downtown
past the tropical art deco
to get some breakfast
two empanadas
tea for me, coffee for you
watching the local news
there's not really anywhere
where we can go for an hour
and be back in time
so you just drive 'round
I guess this seems strange because
It's usually busy
Streets filled with tourists
spring breakers and the partiers
are now near silent
a wet, grey Sunday
the streets no longer bustling
we wait to meet mom
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
I wake up early
the tropical squall outside
turns the beach blue-grey
outside our hotel
the bay looks rather bizarre
so quiet and still
I get dressed quickly
we pack our bags just as fast
glancing at the paper
we check out quickly
before realizing that we
still had three hours left
so we drive downtown
past the tropical art deco
to get some breakfast
two empanadas
tea for me, coffee for you
watching the local news
there's not really anywhere
where we can go for an hour
and be back in time
so you just drive 'round
I guess this seems strange because
It's usually busy
Streets filled with tourists
spring breakers and the partiers
are now near silent
a wet, grey Sunday
the streets no longer bustling
we wait to meet mom
Just a random memory of my dad and I that I can't get out of my head at the moment. Maybe because it's so rainy...
