Currently digging up holes for a new row of hedges, sweating and toiling in the Caribbean midday sun, I rise up and watch as the 60s taxi rolls up the dirt track to our secluded little pension. This must be my guest, the only one I have to care for this week! I drop my shovel and wipe the worst of the sweat off, as I see a man get out, whiter than any clothes I've ever worn, and I smile. ¡Hola señor! I am Diligencia, your host, but you may call me Dili! May I carry your luggage inside?
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