|The encroaching jungle is slowly reclaiming this neglected oasis of a once grand hotel on the Mexican cliffs. The
deck of the verandah sits in a sultry, suffocating heat, with steep wooden stairs to the beach leading down into the
orchestra pit. The surrounding foliage spills out into the audience, threatening to claim it as its own. The sound
of the rainstorm on the tin roofs echoes through the swaying palms and vines. Louvered doors and windows to
each cubicle reveal the private moments of each character.
|Andrea Bechert is a member of United Scenic Artists * IATSE Local USA829*