We aren’t the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think, really do live on.
-Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of AJ Fikry

The contest at Popoyo was rapidly approaching, the waves becoming increasingly crowded with rippers preparing for their heats. Celia, Lucía, and Loretto made plans to go to Miramar, and invited me to come with them.