Protea
Queen of Salsa, Celia Cruz, plays softly from the speaker above our table. The afternoon sun, filtered through a canvas screen, casts a muted glow. Grapevines climb the side of the building and cascade through the open wood beams of the arbor. A gentle breeze rustles the dangling leaves. Directly past the white stucco patio wall, the tops of the trees lining Washington Street melt into the thick green foliage of the Mayacamas in the distance. A Caribbean vacation might not be