'Oh, take a look! It's breathtaking,' gushed the woman who'd shared our cab from the airport. Beyond the windows lay a wonderland of rolling hills, grassy meadows, leafy trees and half-hidden vales sloping down to the sea.
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They don't receive fifty or a hundred emails and text messages a day. They don't have to deal with bumper-to-bumper traffic, bosses, or wonder how they will pay the mortgage. How do they survive?
I didn't go to Caibarién on purpose. My bus pulled into Remedios where I had planned to disembark. But when I looked out the window at yet another gorgeous colonial town, it left me dead.
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