I had a drink of “ahonjoli.”
Momi peeled me an orange.
Popi rode in from the plantation on his horse; with a chicken just for us.
His horse got hit by a car and Popi ended up in the hospital.
We saw Monte del Estado, Guahataca and El Yunque.
I wanted to live there.
(Additional dreams will be published in the following days. In the meantime you may check out my books – – HERE – – if you wish.)
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