There was a lady pushing a blue stroller with one hand and holding a cup of coffee in the other. tons of brightly colored bags swung from her arms. They almost seemed to dance with the music of the street.
Stores full of expensive looking clothing and jewelry lined up around me in every direction. Girls laughing, babies crying, and yellow cabs honking filled my ears and disoriented me.
I nearly ran into an artist on the side of the street.
She had a canvas in front of her on which she seemed to be drawing a large red hand. On the floor next to her was a bag full of what looked like more red hands. Photographs, cutouts, collages, all of the same thing. I'd never seen anything like it. Next to the bag laid a small white book with large letters on it.
But before I could ask about her work, I heard a song playing right in front of me.
I stepped around a corner to find an open air restaurant playing beautiful music. The smell of shrimp and fish wafted out of it and pulled me in. I sat at the bar and was greeted by a woman in black clothes.
"Can I get you a drink, hun?"
I asked for a soda. It was a warm day, I was pretty thirsty.
As I sipped on my drink, my attention was stolen by a large group of people sitting across the way.
They were all holding colorful drink with wedges of all kinds of fruits on the rims.
They looked so happy to me. Carefree, drinking and smiling and talking of beautiful vacation spots that they planned to visit as soon as they had the money.
Paradise of the Pacific
