Villa Vera Puerto Mio
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... said she was full for the night, but for a minimal charge I could sleep in my car, but use all the hostel facilities. Sold. The owner was an artist, and it was quite evident in how she had her place "organized." Any Art major will know what I'm talking about. I slept in the car, but I was left with a big decision. It was very hot and humid, and there were a lot of mosquitos about. Do I crack the windows and let in fresh air ...
... heat and my metal earrings burned as I was asked to rid all my troubles by "wiping" them off my body, off my skin, in the same manner you would wipe of water or ants, fiercly! I did as I simultaneously wondered if I was being cooked, marinated now and all.... I didn't get burned, and maybe I am "cleansed", time will tell. Maybe.
I do know that I have been exposed to true magic though. If not that afternoon, in every beautiful ...
... artists, artisans and even food providers.
In Ross's descriptions of our destinations, he indicated each could be characterised by their own unique sound that we might find soothing or somewhat less than soothing depending on our perspectives. Some of the sounds we found a little difficult to imagine but upon experiencing the
various locations he has indeed proven to be accurate in his ...
... re Piglet with Pooh. (I'm Piglet he'd be Pooh). Cliché? Well, you know I love them as well as metaphores and ain't ashamed to use them! I hope to get to know him better.
So through him I got to be part of another amazing night, at another amazing luxurious hotel - The Viceroy. ...
... I feel like the richest little pirate in the Caribbean!
It happened on another beautiful morning, sun flowing over the bay, my legs taking me on a beach adventure aiming for Las Gatas. As I was skipping from rock to rock at the slightly more isolated strip of the walk, I feel a man pulling my bag and saying something to me. First I didn’t quite understand what he wanted, so I asked him to please repeat whatever he was saying. Then I saw the knife. A small ...