Colima, or more specifically, the Hacienda San Antonio on its outskirts, is a photographer's paradise. It's hard to know just what to post from the pictures I've taken today, and we've only been here 10 hours. There's the steaming volcano, puffing out a steady vapor trail that's punctuated with a massive billow of cloud-like steam, appearing so suddenly in a perfectly blue sky. There's the hacienda itself, built 120 years ago by German settlers hoping to make a fortune from growing Aribca beans in a remote plantation. The post-dinner espresso I had tonight was a direct descendant of that dream. There are the grounds. The wildlife. The art. Even the fireplace glowing in front of me now, with a flue that tapers beautifully to the ceiling beams 18 feet above. But really, this one picture of Sylvie returning from the pool sums it up for me - the cool shadows within, the bright sun outside, the colors, the hints of the hacienda's past.
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