It smells of soap, of wafting and clean bubbles that traipse out of the launderette onto the streets. It smells of varied and tasty food hailing from different places, it smells of bread and pastry, of cheese pie and coffee with tempting aromas, of tacos and fresh fruit shakes.

It reeks of wet land in the months of storms that come along and shake us up, of flowers and plants that grow up as if they were enchanted. It smells of coconut tan lotion smeared on the skin, of sea and saltpeter wanting to come back home with us just to remind us forever of our being here.