I can't get Isla off my mind since I finally have another trip planned. I was thinking about my October/November trip in 2004 and how the island seemed quieter and more innocent then. Or maybe it was because I saw Isla through a different set of glasses? That was my first solo trip to the island, so that probably also influenced my perceptions. I split my time between Color de Verano, where I was up early to watch the streets come alive, and Hotel Media Luna, where I had lots of times to lie in the hammock and listen to the waves crash. Here are a few photos from that trip that now seems so long ago!