The boats are no longer used for travel. They are remnants of historic times, used as a means for bringing goods to this seaside town. Nicer boats and elegant restaurants line the opposite side of the harbor where speedboats dart across the water without any speed limits. The city in the distance is made up mostly of apartment towers, which give it a more modern feel. Wishing I could slip into one of these boats and sail away, I notice a young girl playing on the bow of a boat, hanging her feet off the sides. Watching her laughing and play sword fighting into the air, I get closer to the edge of the walkway, looking around and notice she’s alone. The whole boat is empty. Realizing she’s no older than eight years old, I begin to yell at her in Spanish, telling her to get down from the boat and that she’s going to fall. When she ignores me, I switch to English. Between several attempts to warn her, I get a better look at her while still standing on the dock. She seems in a trance, her eyes stare blankly into the wind.
