Or perhaps, song association.
It was a Warren Zevon song, to be precise. Carmelita. The first verse: I hear mariachi static on the radio/and the tubes they glow in the dark/and I'm there with you in Ensenada/and I'm here in Echo Park.
... and I got so homesick. Lonesome. Lost in a nostalgic haze.
I want to be 8 again. Beside a cold Pacific ocean. Under a big, big sky.
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