Christmas Adventures: December 19th

The two days came to an end. I was on my own, checked into my hotel in the old part of the city—an absolutely divine part of town. And there I would wait the arrival of Duane. For the past 2 months his visit was something I looked forward to, something that I anticipated and something that got me through the brutal days. I expected him the afternoon of the 19th, but ironically I would have to wait one more day as he was bumped from his flight in LA.

It was nice to have a day all to myself—getting lost in the heart of the city, finding cheap fried food (empanadas, arapas, and potato balls) as well as the best place for fresh squeezed juices.