Of all possible subjects, travel is the most difficult for an artist, as it is the easiest for a journalist. – W. H. Auden
Today, our group matures to a new status as it’s moving day, and we are headed to our very own family apartment, which will be home for the next few weeks. Our second story, three bedroom, two bathroom suite is MTV Cribs worthy according to Central American standards complete with wifi, cable television, hot showers, slight ocean views, a full kitchen, even a maid. The $10 per night is a bargain and it only takes six backpackers a mere fifteen minutes to give the place the feeling of an old apartment that has been lived in for months as things begin to be scattered throughout every inch of the roughly 1200 sq ft private living quarters. Scoping out the bedrooms first, Cameron and I are relieved to claim the only bedroom that has two twin beds. I told him to wipe his pouty-face, because there would be no spooning this night or any mister. Glad, that wasn’t awkward.