the wind blew, counteracting the warmth from the sun. Mazatlán stood on the beach, the warm sand between her toes. She watched as the people swam in the ocean, listened to the people talking as they ate at the restaurants facing the beach.She walked closer to the ocean,the sand slowly becoming more wet and less hot. She looked at the waves,as beautiful and strong as her. She walked til her feet were covered by the ocean water, the sea so salty that you could practically taste it. How she loved playa Sábalo.