At the beginning of summer my mom would take us down to Kino Sandals get a new pair of sandals. These would be our beach shoes, water shoes, biking-walking-skateboarding, everything shoes. If we were outside, they were on our feet. Our feet had were white where the sandals covered them. The only way we got a new pair is if our feet grew. We could not wear them out.
Like so many things in my teenage years, the Kino’s were not cool enough to follow me to high school. Fast-forward 30 years. At my recent high school reunion, I heard so many of my classmates say, "I have to go by Kino’s before I leave and get my kids-wife-husband a pair of Kino’s." The 20 and 30 something’s in my office wear Kino’s on dress-down Friday. Hmm. if Kino’s are hip among the hip, then maybe its time for a new pair.
Not much has changed about the shop. It is still run by the same family who fled from Cuba when Castro came to power in the 1960s. It still smells like glue and leather. It's still not air-conditioned. There are more styles and colors than in 1976 and the price has gone up. Now a pair will set you back $14. I splurged and got myself two.