The colors of Mexico. The hotel where I stayed in Puebla was pink, pink, pink. And after a long day of sightseeing, I'd return to the comforting darkness of my room where the light from its window onto the courtyard (pink) below was filtered through this "mother-in-law's tongue" plant. I'm told it's called that because it's toxic, and if one chews on its leaves, a minor mouth paralysis occurs, preventing the chewer from speaking. True? I didn't try it.
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