The tide rushed in ans out and the waves crashed against the sandy shore, making a strong yet peaceful ocean. All peace was long forgotten in the water as a soccer ball broke through the tide and more than one pair of legs pursued it. The air was full of shouts and laughter as the players continued to kick at the ball and each other, ignoring the salty water that pulsed around their toes, occasionally retreating into the sea then rushing forward again begging for the athletes attention. The Costa Rican sand was kicked up and a million footprints from the same people littered the large span of beach. The 4 tall sticks used as goal posts never faltered as they were stuck deep in the sand. The natives and orcas locals worked together to defeat peers, the Costa Ricans the Washingtonians never meet called their friends and everyone jumpped in. Spanish and English mixed and flowed together in harmony.
By: Kelly Rose Ptero
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