I’m holed up in a hotel across the street from the apartment as my flight was canceled. I leave before sun rises tomorrow. The hotel is dirty and overpriced, but I find it more pleasant than the apartment. I think it may be the ceiling height in the rooms.
I met 2 charming bar tenders last night at a cute and brand new bar a block or so away. (I wandered into the bar after finding out my flight was canceled.) One of them spoke 4 or 5 languages and had quite interesting stories to tell about his travels.
Ciao.
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