La Playa: Beach Stories
Vamos a la Playa, calienta el sol…
This photo above is Miami Beach, probably around 1972. Back before it was trendy and mostly populated by retirees, a few tourists and Cuban immigrants and their young families.
The beach, the playa, el mar is what I am called to, and when I put out the request to get Latin-flavored beach stories for the Tiki Tiki, they came in. Good ones from both coasts.
It appears we, as a people, may be called to the water’s edge. And, mostly, called to drag along coolers and beer and boom boxes. Maybe? Or am I stereotyping?
The lazy days I spent at the beach with my family forever shaped me. It is where I want to go when I want to escape. These days, a river or lake is where I have to dunk myself, and it isn’t the same. But, it always will have to do until I get myself back into the salty, warm waters I come from.
Share your Playa Stories
This week, look for several wonderful stories by great writers of living the beach life, Latin-style.
Do you have great beach stories to share? What are your beach memories? Do you have classic beach pictures to share?
Leave your story in the comments, or feel free to email us.
Here are a couple of photos taken from my family.