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“The waiter brought a second glass without being asked. That's when I understood La Barceloneta.”

“November rain on a gravel garden. The monk never looked up. Neither did I.”

“Fado doesn't translate. That's the whole point.”

“She charged me three times the local price. I paid it. The mint tea was worth twice that.”

“The caldera was full of cloud. We waited two hours. The cloud won. We came back at dawn.”

“Every lantern is a wish. The river carries them to wherever wishes go.”

“The mole took three days. I watched all of it. She let me stir once, briefly.”

“The wine is orange. The hospitality is amber. The city glows both.”

“The desert at 4am is not dark. It is a different kind of light.”

“The ferry runs twice a week. We missed it deliberately.”

“Torres del Paine doesn't care about your schedule. It has its own.”

“The dragon blood trees look drawn by someone who had never seen a tree.”