Hotel Lun Fun Manta
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... to a fishing vessel which was unloading its catch of tuna when we left on our tour and was continuing to unload it when we returned several hours later. The vessel did not look like any fishing ship I had seen. With a helicopter pad up front, a half dozen motor boats sitting in the middle, and some type of large craft in the rear, I thought it was used for some type of scientific mission. It was only when we saw it unloading its catch that we ...
... from Spain. It was a lovely bilingual class! I think if I were to stay here long, I would get pretty good at the Spanish language. Already it is getting much better.
After leaving their house we headed toward Manta. It is a large industrial city with the second largest port in the country. We did visit the beach here this afternoon - it's huge, very wide, and quite long, with condos and hotels stretching part of the way. But I can't get ...
... to slow down in life and come to Manta, where they operate their shop here from Thursday to Sunday, at Calle 14 y Avenida 14.
He and Carmen bake the best moist cakes! Especially delicious is their Wet Chocolate Cake (Torte Chocolate Mojada) served swimming in a puddle of chocolate sauce. They also make their own 100% natural ice cream -- their milkshakes are heavenly. They bake bread, they make waffles, they have real coffee/espresso, hot ...
... they have created will change the lives of everyone that steps foot on this property, let alone lives here. It was warming to see the smiles of these children who feel more then blessed to arrive at a home where hugs and love is the soul of its existence.
A day like today will forever be with Owen and Siena and that makes it all worth it. A man once said, "It's all about that action boss!"
... 8217;, except this time by gate closed they meant flight cancelled. By now it was 11pm and it was now time for the fun to begun. The first hurdle was to get back through immigration. This meant fighting the hordes of other passengers, thrusting your passport into the hand of a port airline worker who then gave it to an immigration official who then stamped void over the stamp you get when you exit the country. This was when tempers started to fray as the airport staff ...