The next morning.

I got up feeling stiff all over. I wonder if this is what old age feels like? Woke up my friends and was 'voted' to be the first to take a bath. Take into mind that I do love taking a bath, but this is a different kind of cold. I had on socks on carpet and was feeling the cold from the floor. So having been given the esteemed position as 'the test rat', (nah rats have fur, I was the test 'hairless rat'). The process of undressing, running into the shower, bathing and running back into the cold was daunting. But I survived. Breakfast was free, or should I say part of fee we payed for renting the rooms. Take note of the word free, a continental breakfast is not, and I repeat not a Trini breakfast in Bogota. One slice of toasted bread and butter, a tiny fruit bowl and coffee or orange juice. Pressure! Thank God for the bakery around the corner, where we met some of the people we saw at breakfast, huh? Time to check out of the hotel and pay the bills. Called for the taxi and enjoyed the trip to the airport. Had to see if we could be fit in on a flight to Honduras. My uhm, excellent spanish cut down the time to only about 15 minutes and talking to about five people. Hoping each time they understand my spanish. One more stop was added to the list. We had to go to San Salvador then to Costa Rica before going to Honduras!