The vendors, all girls, would disappear from time to time, heading down the beach to sell more goods but would always return, plunking down in the sand beside us with their goods and their stories. And so went the afternoon as the vendors adopted us. We ate our fill of barbecued seafood, washed down with ice-cold beer and we laughed and listened to their stories.
It was unplanned, unexpected and the most memorable day of our trip.
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