When I was a child I used to lie my head down to sleep while listening to the sound of coqui. It wasn’t because I had wanderlust at the age of eight, it was because Puerto Rico was always such a huge part of my life and my happiness. We took trips back as often as we could because my great-grandparents lived there and my grandmother moved there. When we went back year after year, we created as many memories as there was sand stuck to us while leaving the beach. The memories that I have from my childhood are the memories that I recreate every single time I go back. We would go to our local beach and I would make a new friend each time, I remember once I made a friend who lived fairly close to our Colinas so we met up every single day while I was there. The people are the kindest that you will ever meet and they are also the most resilient.