When I stepped out of the cab at my hotel I got drenched. Head to toe in spite of the tall porter's big umbrella. But that's okay. The hotel is gorgeous - an historic convent with a beautiful courtyard. A hair dryer and a quick change of clothes was all I needed. And the sweet calico cat with a chunk of ear missing that met me on my floor helped too.
Yes, the tropics. There's a can of Raid in my room. The cats here must be very satisfied. As I walked down the narrow street where many of the restaurants are located two rats scurried across the cobblestone sidewalk into a building.
The porter left me with a long list of restaurants, bars and clubs that will keep me busy the four nights I'm here. They all sound great and I can't wait to try them all. The bars don't close until about 4 in the morning. This should be fun.
I'm sitting here at a restaurant NOT on my list though. The one I had my taste buds primed for decided to close just after nine. What? In a place where people don't start thinking about dinner until at least eight. They weren't busy enough, but their sister restaurant next door is open. They sold me hard to eat here.
"Table for one," I said.
Then they tried to seat me in a dark corner at the end of a long table set for three. A couple was sitting on the other end already. The lit end. They didn't want me to take a table for four, so I opted for the bar.
No single girl should have to sit in the corner just because they're alone.
I look forward to exploring this beautiful place in the light of day. Alone.
Love to the single girls,
Addison
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