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Casa de los Artistas – Crossing The River

continued from previous post . . . I freshened up a bit to go over to the Casa de los Artistas for the meet and greet.  I was so worried about getting to my casita that I never stopped to notice my surroundings. It wasn’t until I opened the front door to leave that I looked out of the casita to …

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Third World

Continued . . . Upon arriving in Boca de Tomatlan, our vans pulled up to a folding table on a dusty, dirty road at the bottom of a hill.  There stood a woman with a safari-type hat, water shoes and a clipboard.  It was such a random and almost comical sight as young boys appeared seemingly out of nowhere and …