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It was clearly all brand-spanking-new—the overriding smell was of wood oil and fresh paint, in spite of the stiff breeze coming through the open windows, and I could see some of the windows still had suction cup marks on them, where the construction workers had maneuvered them into place. Still, we weren’t the first guests. As I stared upwards, where the raftered ceiling soared to a point, I saw a tiny gecko run for
the shadows with a flick of its tail, and I smiled. Not everyone would welcome a little lizard friend in their room, but I was happy for him to deal with the mosquitoes.
