Well I found my way to the airport, which is to say I caught the bus my brother suggested.
Over my initial shock of traveling, I managed to get on the airport wifi this time. Dropped the bag at the check in counter, hoping I would see it on the other end and decided to order a bigger coffee.... Starbucks!
When I asked if I could use my scan app or was that just for my country. They said no, I said Visa, they said yes... But it would free for me. This is good karma to start the next leg of my trip. .... The karma ran out fast as my plane was delayed an hour.
The plane landed, my backpack was there and some people spoke my language.
Metro to the city and then on to Porto House. I asked directions because it was dark and the street signs were hard to read.
My room is small... But it has a stone wall. 
When I stretch out sideways with feet on stone wall, palms are flat on the other wall. There is about 4 ft from foot of bed to wall. ... A jail cell is bigger and it has a toilet. Mine is up some stairs.
Don't get me wrong it's perfect- well after I asked for a fan it was perfect. Remember I like small houses. It was about the size of the room I had when I was in Belize ...10 years ago.
Where did that time go...?
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