We stayed at Ralph’s other house in Tequisquiapan, which was very pretty. At night, we walked to the city’s center and had dinner. A musician played music for us and found a particularly zealous fan in my sister who danced to his tunes. We went back to the house to which I had a not-so-great night of sleep because my precious father snores like he is being paid to (Do not exclude that Michael Holzer). In the morning we had breakfast in a nearby restaurant where I discovered that I don’t mind papaya as long as I eat it with another fruit and then we proceeded to a champagne winery. Of course, it wasn’t champagne because France is stingy, and it wasn’t a winery because it isn’t really wine, but it was a place where they
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