...the end of over 14 months of hotels and other temporary housing, that is. Its good to be married to the guy in charge of housing. Rob has made a deal with his guys, if they can be done fixing up our apartment so that we can move in on Wednesday evening, he will buy them lunch from Pollolandia on Friday. Yes, you heard me, Pollolandia. I agree, it is a stupid name for a restaurant but, as far as I can tell, there is on in every town in Honduras. Can you guess what they sell????? Yep, chicken. Its good, its cheap, and everyone seems to love it.
I dont have such a problem with the hotel except the lack of a kitchen, the lack of a room to go into to get away from this person that I have shared single rooms with for over a year, a lack of any sort of distance between the bathroom and this single room AND as a bonus, they have started building car ports on all of the parking spots outside of the hotel this week. They start bright and early at 6:30am running a generator and saws.
I can't even begin to say how excited I am to move.
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