Hotel American Dream
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... as we are both pretty wrecked and retreat to the room to sort out a few things and do some more research for the next few weeks travel. We hear a couple having an argument with the owner over the amount they need to pay. We hear them say they would agree to write a good review if they pay the amount originally discussed on check in.. no wonder this place had good reviews online, people probably got stuffed around and agreed to write a good review in ...
I’m back at Hotel Egina with Melissa now and I don’t think her parents are too happy about it. I think this is the first time that her dad found out that she is staying with me, and he was less than impressed. This is just one of these cultural differences that I hadn’t thought about, but of course it’s more obvious now that I’m involved in it. ...
... more time before heading south. The next time I see her will be in Cusco, Peru for our Machu Picchu adventure, so that’s exciting.
I went back to the hotel after lunch and hung out for a while watching the last Patriots pre-season game while I still had wifi that was good enough to allow me to do so. I got to the bus station about 40 minutes before the bus was leaving, so I ...
... but couldn’t find anywhere to post the ones we had or
to get more stamps for the new ones. We made it back to the Platypus and
checked in before going back to the salad bar and again were served by the young
man who spoke very good English. After lunch we headed up to Monserrate which
is the mountain peak behind the city. We travelled up by cable car and down by
the train. The views over the city were awesome giving a ...
The energy of the night was out, the film festival in magical locations on outside screens between brightly colored buildings. All kinds of theatrical mischief makers were out. A mime started copying Annie and then me, another actor jumped out from a little hole between buildings and scared us to bits. We finally found the little cafe Dad wanted to go to, not open, walked back to some more tasty ceviche and beers on the street closer to Getsemani.
We decided ...