The day after our sweet reunion, we boarded a bus to a beautiful port town in Sonora, Mexico. For five days we lounged on the beach in the early morning sun watching the local shrimp boats go out with empty nets and return hours later with nets full, inching their way to the wharf where their fresh catch was unloaded for market. In the afternoons, we explored the beach and the small shops filled with beautiful, handmade crafts painted with brilliant oranges, yellows and blues. At night, we ate wonderful seafood and rice dishes with olives, peppers and blue corn tortillas at outdoor cafes. We drank lots of red wine and enjoyed the wharf lights dancing across the black water.
We laughed with the patrons at one or another of the cafes that lined the village; all of us temporary escapees from the war that held countries on several continents in its grip. We spoke of music and art, we learned of the weather’s impact on the pristine coastline and we showed appreciation for photos of beautiful, brown children and smiling sweethearts with flashing eyes and long, dark hair.
No one held questions in their eyes about two men traveling together and sharing a small apartment with one bed; we were simply accepted.
Excerpt: Long Way Home: A World War II Novel (formerly Homefront)
Cheryl A. Head (NOW AVAILABLE in the Kindle bookstore)