You know what man? That's exactly how it felt. I've been through a lot, but I've never genuinely felt begrudging. I'm really glad to have had the childhood I did, even though my mother's side of the family at the time was insisting that I was going through hell. That sense of survival led me to engage with tourists, learn other cultures, and get free meals. I learned how to fish from a Chinese man named "Lee" that I'm pretty sure didn't actually speak english. He gave me one of his fishing poles, no joke. At the time, it was straight out of the bible I had been forced to read as a substitute for school. A small Korean family gave me a package of Korean oreo's with stars on them - when they saw me waiting to steal their meal..

Mark, the hot dog guy, gave me polish hot dogs about once every three days until I felt bad about asking for them. There was a shave-ice cart owned by a woman named Cici, or some such spelling - She'd give me shaved ice whenever I was desperate enough to ask, too. Carl, a local fisherman from the port a short walk down the coast, used to give me the smaller fish he said he couldn't sell. He gave me some of his bait whenever I found him, too. I'd start a fire using my magnifying glass and tourist litter, and fry the fish over a hole in the sand.

I survived thanks to a combination of thievery and the kindness of strangers. It was beautiful, but not sad. Just... unique. I really miss that time of my life, come to think of it. The beach (Avila) has since been entirely "renovated", and taken over as a tourist location. Aside from one store owner, nobody that I remember is still there. Cici's daughter runs her shave-ice cart now, so that was pretty refreshing come to think of it. It seems I've lost myself yet again. Please don't vote - down or up, this is simply.. I don't know what this is, but it isn't normal. I suppose this is here for Happysnaps and coelomate. It's been nice remembering all of this. Thank you for listening. =)