Friday, February 17, 2012

First Paragraph

For the better part of the last five years I have been living in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico. When I first came here, almost thirty years ago, Vallarta was a fishing village of some two thousand souls. There was only one road to the outside world - and it was impassable during the rainy season. I arrived in a small plane, and we had to buzz the cattle off a field outside town before setting down. There was one taxi and one hotel, the Paraiso, which catered to sailors, muleteers and traveling salesmen. It was best to have a room on the top floor - the Paraiso had one toilet for each floor, and they all ran over.

- From An Open Book by John Huston

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