Community reading material in the lobby of the Posada del Mar on Isla Mujeres.
Posts tagged: Isla Mujeres
Yellow parasols. “Sol” umbrellas and beach chairs. Rhythmic sound of waves lapping the shore beneath a Carribean sun.
There goes a yacht. Here comes another. Tourists and honeymooners. Old-timers idly wasting away pensions. Sand like baby powder between the toes. It gets everywhere.
These are a few of the things I know. Today.