The true destination is the water itself: shallow pockets of nearly neon and pale blue that are cluttered with coral reef.
We walk through rice fields and down the main road, until we reach the train tracks. When our sunblock has worn off, we’d better go home. We’re sweaty and hungry, and it’s time to eat.
Last week, my little language class strolled down the block to the market to practice our survival skills. Step one: buy yourself some groceries. Bargain if you’re feeling bold. Step two: carry it all home to make some food.