The smell of fried fish takes over my nose

I hear the waves,

As they go back and forth into the ocean

As I lay down on the sand with my sunglasses on,

What could possibly be more comforting.

Driving in the car with the windows down

Listen to Juan Luis-Guerra while my parents sing along

My brother and I drinking coconut water in the backseat

My skin tanned from being on the street all day

The beautiful view of the palm trees swaying in the breeze

The people dancing on the street

I can almost taste the freshly fried yaniqueques melt apart in my mouth

The sun beams beating down on my face

All of these senses remind me of my home

The place that makes me feel at ease the most

Even when I am in my own home

The feeling of being on that Island is where my happiness truely is.