And somewhere around the third evening, you'll catch yourself doing something you never do at home:
You'll sit outside with no music, no podcast, no scrolling, no agenda. Just the sound of the palms, the click of a bike chain rolling past, a rooster two blocks over, and the kind of silence that isn't really silence at all.
That's a porch doing its job.
That's also, quietly, the most expensive thing you can't buy back home.
And when you leave, you'll look at the porch one last time on the way out, and you'll mean every word when you say:
We'll be back.
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