The view from the window extends thirty or forty miles, down the valley, past the twin baroque towers of the cathedral, over the mountains, on into the hot plains (Tierra Caliente) leading to Acapulco. The sun, rising, spreads a cool blue light on the terrace and gardens. The patio, shaded by yucca and bamboo trees, is a special observatory from which to watch the special beauty of the Mexican dawn.
La Cumbre Sohada is the name of the hotel. It means, The Sleepy Summit. The suite, featuring a huge living room with a black and white tiled floor, fireplace, oak furniture, bright tapa hangings, and large windows, is called Buenas Noches. Last night I put my head on the pillow, looked up at the ivy winding around the ceiling, saw the full moon frosting the palm trees, and I understood why.
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