green and oranges awaken the senses.
When I close my eyes and remember my time in la isla bonita, I can smell the thick humid air. Giant orange and red flowers dot the landscape, beautiful palm fronds create a backdrop to an otherwise unexceptional homestead. A small cottage, built of cool block, and corrugated metal, has dirt floors and mosquito netting hanging over the windows. This is poverty, but nature is the wealth of the people. Beautiful hummingbirds flit in and out of the palms, seeking nectar which is plentiful on the homestead. A lazy dog pants heavily under the porch, as he watches a butterfly flit from one floral fantasy to another. Occasionally he snaps at the air, having been harassed by a loud, persistent, flying insect. Children laugh in the distance, having walked down to a small water hole to play. This is heaven.