Hotel Villa Del Mar
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Business Services
- Free parking
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... Cafe. That was until I found the microphone was almost as useless as everyone that lived in Tampico.
How can you legitimately sell and package a product that literally doesn’t work when you open the packet?! The signal, connection and audio was so bad, it would have been literally impossible to speak with NatWest, so running out of options, had to do the late night panicky phone call home. I then had to basically make a Trigger Happy TV phone call, shouting at the top ...
... It worked like a charm and I got some decent pictures. I felt just like McGruber. It was actually a little harder to swim into the canyon after a day of rain. The river and the waterfall were considerably stronger. You can see in the picture that the small shore was below the water today. So this venture was the most productive thing I did all day. Back to shore, into the tent, and wait for the sun to set.
After a day ...
... were interestingly displayed using a play of lights.
Today, Sep 7, happened to be Manatee day. TV crews were interviewing someone in front of the manatee tank. But I seriously do not know what manatees do differently on their day. In fact I do not know what manatees do at all. All they seem to do is float like a sponge, where every movement seems to be a monumental effort on their part.
But I liked them enough to buy a stuffed one, and a ...
... that students get July off and are back to school in August. They also have to wear uniforms.
As we lounged around the breakfast table, we were joined by a woman, maybe in her 50’s, named Estela. She taught English, so when she took an interest in my tattoos, I could understand what she said to me. “I think it’s crazy to do that,” she told me, “but I love them anyway.” I liked her honesty ...
... Laura arrived for the meal, then Luis. There were huevos with some kind of meat, and huevos in mole sauce (yuck) and tortillas and beans, and, of course, pica. We’d just begun to eat when a stranger walked through the gates. Her name was Jackie, she was from Boston, and she was there to volunteer for two weeks. And she spoke excellent Spanish. Scott and Laura greeted her warmly. Her arrival had not been a surprise.
She was a first grade teacher and ...