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The house we were staying in was both larger and yet somehow smaller than the home in the States. It didn’t sprawl as houses of the wealthy did in America, instead it imposed. Four stories of pale yellow stucco topped by a dark orange tiled roof stared down at me. It stood apart from the other buildings as if it was too good to be touched by anything else.
Once through the door I became disoriented because I wasn’t indoors. I stumbled into a small interior courtyard and when I looked up, my breath caught. Burnt orange tiles set off a beautiful grey stone fountain in the center of the space and several lush potted plants were dotted around. There were padded couches and teak chairs throughout. The entire space was subtly lit with landscape lights so as not to drown out the beautiful vie
