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As soon as I walked into this place, I thought: “Paradise“.

The beach, the waves, the glowing sunset over a rocky shore to one side and jungle with only a few scattered late evening surfers to the other…

My very own cabana, with my very own bed with my very own mariachi-themed bedspread… covered by my very own mosquito net that so reminded me of the canopy I always wanted as a child!

 Dinner made for me by an awesome lady I call Panties!

Perfection.

But it wasn`t until I spent a good 45 minutes before bed cleaning up every last trace of the cucaracha (cockroach!) that I`d been so quick to murder – disinfecing my floor of his remains so his friends wouldn`t come for his revenge and because I`d heard they lay eggs when you kill them! - that I remembered that perfection has its price.  

And the price of this Paradise would be high.