Fourteen days on the beach. Fourteen days of Little Corn. Reading. Walking. Swimming. Fetching drinking water from the fancy restaurant up the road. Talking with the hotel staff. Talking with the other travellers. Turquoise water. Blue blue skies. Occasional rain. Mainly sun. Thousands of stars. Good trade wind. White sand. Coconut palms. So hard to leave. I will return.
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