 Agua de coco? I froze. I felt as if my entire body yelped. The gentleman who materialized on my left, holding a machete and a coconut, simply trying to sell me a refreshing beverage, looked as alarmed as I did. He dropped to a knee to introduce himself. He offered me his hand to shake it, and I accepted it gratefully with a hand that wasn't gripping my shorts. He told me he has a lot of respect for my people. Who are my people? Nudists? Gays? Black people? I'll never know.