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| Color is everywhere and when you add in the myriad colors of the ocean, the clouds and the people, it is exhilirating. |
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| The rugs are woven in Oaxaca and seem to be everywhere. We even own a few, but the rugs collect dog hair and in our house, they are out of sight. We enjoy them in the markets. What seems very much capitalism is the influx of fabrics from Bali, India and such. |
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| The dome is ubiquitous - and seems to be more Arab than Spanish. Moorish influence? The plants are very much the same as Hawaii and often make me homesick. |
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| The secret pool at the top of the Isla Grande Hotel. The governor's suite is behind us. The lower pools are full of crazy gringos, brains melted in the heat and fried by the potent margaritas. We go here to get cool and find the hidden towels and dream of the governor's visit. Nah. We head back to our hot boats and swish off with the hose. |
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