I was willing to accept Curacao (a Dutch owned Island in the Carribbean) as an impoverished country after I spotted a skinny dog running the streets in search of trash. But when the hotel staff allowed Matt to waltz around and dine in the restaurant without shoes, I realized we were honeymooning in a third world country. Much to Matt's surprise, Hepatitis was the soup d' jour.
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