PANAMA

Meanwhile, Josh's Boyfriend. . .

FROM THE TRAVEL DIARY OF KILO FOXTROT

MISSING. Josh’s Boyfriend. Native panamanian. He got so tan so fast now only Josh knows he’s caucasian. Josh gave him five shivas and two hits of liquid and later was asking had anyone seen him. Alana had.

Alana joined Josh and me flat on the beach, on our backs beside the bonfire, telling the moon to move. It otherwise wouldn’t have known. She laid down next to us. She had seen Josh's Boyfriend. Where? On the tree-encircled dance floor. When? An indeterminable amount of time before. It was certainly before, that was sure. Wasn’t it? If it had yet to happen here is what would happen.

Alana, dancing. Josh’s Boyfriend, dancing. FOUND. He grabbed her hands to tell her something important.

"You could tell he was really excited."

As she explained the sand became her hair. Her eyes fighting the moon to establish nighttime whiteness dominance. She adjusted her face from the bonfire smoke.

"You could tell he was really excited. But he must have forgotten that I don't speak Spanish. He was talking so quickly. The only thing he said in English was, 'Peace, love, and hippies! Peace, love, and hippies!' When I left, he was saying that over and over. He's probably still on the dance floor. He's probably still saying it."