Fans and Thermal Waters

Thermal waters, total relaxation.

The energy, the stress.

All zapped away in 15 minutes of sweat inducing waters.

Had to walk slow up the steps to lay on the brick bench.

I could feel my heart beat all around my body

as

the relaxing tunes played in the background.

An iguana jumped from tree to tree eating

flowers.

I had not felt such relaxation in a long time, if ever.

It was almost divine. Like I could die in peace in this foreign place, and it wouldn’t matter.

We became lost in the banana plantation.

The fault of unreliable technology; a chance to test navigation skills.

Through the field of giant, white fans we went, to end up lost again searching for a beach.

What we found instead was a mangrove restoration project, and a man there who seemed to be done flying his drone.

Another adventure, another destination experienced.

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