My stomach isn’t quite ready for cobblestones, but streets of pale yellow stone are the only way to get to the Valle de Luna. If you poke at the tips of the spindly mounds of earth the dirt crumbles in your fingers. Only cactus seems to take grip and prosper. But the spirits are okay with subdivisions here. Signs in front of half-built mansions advertise prices in the $400,000s or $2,000 a month to rent. But hey, you have a view of the moon.
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