Each letter a scent, a color, a taste. A piece of warmth, of sun, of beach and sea. Each letter a piece of me. Each letter the longing and the desire to step again on the fine sand of Rincon's beaches. Each letter the passion for the vibrant colors of Cartagena - my soul laughs. Each letter a sunset in Holbox, where life slows down and the soul warms. Each letter the joy of Salvador, the açaí, the cheese bread and the caipirinha.

And the people. Oh, the people! People everywhere. Who smile with their eyes, who tell stories: some light, others profound, who leave a piece of themselves with me.

To all of them, to you, may you live without permission, without needing to ask to be whole, real, authentic, and to be happy. Remember that life is now, and now is the time to love: you, me, and everyone. And to love (not) requires courage. Life is a letter, a love letter.

Teresa