Missives From Central America: Day Twelve
A day spent in a magical ancient city, and a night in the jungle.
To say that I awoke in the city of Flores would imply that I had enjoyed a full night’s sleep. That was most certainly not the case. Our dumpy third floor room seemed as if it were fine enough for a few hours of shut eye. The hotel was clearly nothing more than a poorly kept hostel, but Ama and I got settled into our spartan room and made the best of it…
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