He turned a corner, and there it was: an enchanted cottage where a sleeping princess or, better yet, a witch, might live. But this was not a Grimm tale. It was better than that. It was a fall day in La Manzanilla, where each corner held magic and mystery as real as he wanted it to be.
And when the lady of the house emerged, she was better than an ersatz princess or a fairy tale witch; she was the very essence of Mexico.
When they ask him: Why move to Mexico?, He will show them the picture of the cottage where their own adventure might reside.
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