¡Ostión!

Pocha invited me to her home in Palmar this afternoon. We made an impromptu canoe trip through the mangroves with 5 nieces and nephews and 2 brothers. On the edge of the river we cracked open river oysters, sprinkled them with salt, juiced them up with limes, popped them into our mouths, and made exclamations of exaltation. This reputed aphrodisiac certainly put all of us in a good mood.