I imagine having long, lanky hair and sun kissed skin as my feet sink in the wet sand. I pull the guitar around from my back and strum a little tune. African children run down the beach to the sound of the music. Ocean crabs dance on the rocks.
Mombasa is a place to let your dreams run free and explore your true self. Days are spent carelessly wandering the beach looking for treasures brought in from the tide. My friend and I find a sea urchin rich in colors of red and purple. He picks it up carefully so that I can more closely examine the creature.
He made it look so easy that hours later I come back across the sea urchin’s path. I try to pick it up and prick my finger deeply, the blood spilling onto the white sand, leaving a trail of red tears.
Luckily it wasn’t poisonous, but it stung for awhile. Lesson learned.