My version of Eat Pray Love is Playa Comida Amor

Months have gone by since I was last here. 💝 The pulse is still the same. The vendors go by. Selling chachkis. Selling food. Some are the same- I recognize their voices. Cotton candy, oysters, ceviche, rosary beads. You can literally get it all here.   I chat with Cesar, because I always sit in his section where he rents chairs and umbrellas.  I feel safe here. I catnap. I catnap several.times.a.day. It’s glorious. I go get ice cream. I go for a swim. I people watch. My head bops along to the music around me, whether it’s traditional Mexican music, Taylor Swift, or live guitar music from strolling musicians. I read my book- it’s a great one: My Own Magic.  I have some updated aspirations for this trip, and here they are: -try 10 restaurants I’ve never been to before -strike up a meaningful conversation with 1 new person every day -15,000 steps day I’m headed out soon for tonight’s boardwalk stroll- and it will bring Food, Connection, and Adventure. Kind of like the Novem...