Off the bus in Montañita, I cruised the main restaurant, cafe, bar drag looking for a good spot to call home but everywhere I went, the rates were high. I´d been on the bus for about 8 hours and needed to wash my face at the bare minimum. Lugging a backpack around in the beach heat...not my idea of a good time.
I ventured into an internet cafe to see if I could make a reservation somewhere. Apparently, you can´t book a reservation for any hotel, hostel, hell, even hammock in Montañita ahead of time. So I asked the internet attendant (turned out to be the owner as well) for a recommendation and, as luck would have it, there are habitacciones above the cafe. Mauna Loa. A room with my own private bath, a deck off the back overlooking the ocean, with a hammock toboot. A shower later, I went back downstairs and happy hour had begun among the owner and his wife and the others who work there. Am I in heaven?!?
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HOLA MI PRINCESA YO TRISTE ME SENTI POR NO DESPEDIRME DE TI, PERO ME ALEGRE CUANDO EL PRESIDENTE DE LOS MANDARINAS ME ENTREGO UN PAPEL.
ESPERO REGRESE TE EXTRAÑO... CUIDATE.. MUCHO LASTIMA NO PUDE LEER TU COMENTARIO PERO LO TRADUCIRE MAS TARDE
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