Ahhhhh if only I can smell that salt in the air. The scent of freshly caught fish, the constant smell of spices in the market square, the musty smell of the soil right after a torrential downpour, the smell of ripe mangos on the tree in the back yard. Smoke bellowing from the small brush pile in the middle of the feel. Wake up to the sound of the animals in the pasture. Ahhhhh I would say its another tropical daydream as I stood up, opened my door and walked into the concrete jungle.