Burn, Baby, Burn Pt. 2

A bottle of Colonel E.H, Taylor rum with a fire in the background, framing it.

As wildfire flames neared our Airbnb in Costa Rica, we considered evacuation. Despite the locals’ nonchalance, the fire crept closer, threatening our escape route. Forced to leave, we spent hours at a sports bar. Upon returning, we watched the flames dance, unsure if we’d make it through the night.