Afternoons in this place are quite different.
A yellow sun blazes down on the sentinel tree. At its roots iguanas nibble on green grass and laze on rocks.
On the water below high school girls paddle close to the shore in bright orange kayaks. Their shrill laughter rushes up on the wind and float out to the open sea.
The sea is a deep blue, the sky is a soft blue, the ground is brown and hard where she stands.