The town was tiny, hot, and dry.
We took a cab from the bus stop to the house. All the homes and shops
on the main street seemed to have been carved from a single hunk of stone. They
were separated by different shades of bright pastel paint and nothing more. I
remember being slightly disappointed that there weren't tons of touristy
hang-outs. I was silly back then.
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