Colon Province has always been known for its beautiful and alluring beaches which I still hadn’t had time to explore. Turns out the guys in the class planned a beach trip one day just a little bit before the start of rainy season. “Hey Riri, let’s go to the beach this afternoon after school,” said Tito Johnson, “Everyone in the classroom will be there.” “Sure,” I said, “but, let me see if I can get some bathing trunks.” “Don’t worry about that,” said Johnson, “I’ll loan you a pair if you can’t find anything appropriate.” I was thrilled at the invitation since the girls from our class appeared to be eager to go as well.
Although I didn’t know how to swim I was looking forward to this inpromptu invitation from my classmates. Since the beaches were a little far for a stranger to colon like me, we had agreed that the boys would go to pick me up in front of my building after school that day. The guys didn’t know this, but their offer to show up at my house to pick me up had made me feel that something valuable had been restored to me and that a sense of normality had returned to my life.
When I told Bobby, my stepfather, that I was going to the beach, he immediately asked me if I had any bathing trunks. “No, Sir,” I responded, “I was just getting to that. Would you have a pair to lend me?” “Sure,” said Bobby, “I have several. Here, take a look and pick one out,” he said as we stepped into his bedroom. I picked out the hippest looking pair that had a green print pattern and were the perfect fit; they hugged my body making me the best looking young bather from Colon on the beach that day. Bobby said I could keep them and off I went with my friends.
We waited for a few other companions so that we could all go in a group and they told me that I didn’t have to bring anything but myself. When we arrived at the small but gorgeous La Playita, however, I would find the perfect atmosphere for my future escapes from my troubled home. The remarkable views from the beach and the tranquility of the Atlantic coastal waters would become my refuge from the storm brewing in my house. A deeo sense of relief came over me.
Thanks to my friends from school, I had discovered a jewel of a getaway and it seemed that, when we got there, my spirit became implanted in that beautiful place on God’s earth since I had always loved to visit the beach.
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