Summer in December

Waking to the clucking roosters in the backyard

And Merengue music playing in the kitchen

Waking to the smell of warm bread from the Panaderia next door

This is Cabo Rojo

 

Hiking up the mountain to the El Faro lighthouse

Overlooking the ocean from the limestone cliffs

Nothing but blue skies and crashing waves

This is Cabo Rojo

 

To the North

Hidden in the cove, La Playuela

A crescent beach with bright blue water

Warm and calm, fine white sand between our toes

This is Cabo Rojo

 

A celebration, a renewing of their vows

My grandparents celebrated 50 years of love

And that’s what brought us all together that day

Back to the place where it all began

Cabo Rojo

 

The smell of Pasteles and Arroz con Pollo

Filled the harbor with watering mouths

And a shot of Coquito quench their thirst

This is Cabo Rojo

 

With Hector Lavoe’s Aguanile

Playing in the background

The dance floor filled with spins, crisp turns

And gyrating hips to the rhythms of Salsa

This is Cabo Rojo

 

When the night came to an end

So did the memory

And when all are sleeping the

Sounds of the Coqui filled the silence of the night

This is Cabo Rojo