Back to San Jose

It was an uneventful 4 and a half hour journey on the $5 bus where Peter, a dancer, sat next to me and told me about his exhausting schedule. This was the moon rising as the sun was orangely and pinkly setting behind the cloud forest, turning the earth and its flora that golden hue of late afternoon, early evening. I realized that New Year's Eve will be a romantic evening with a full moon and glorious sky, but when I asked my cab driver from the "dangerous" bus station what would be fun and safe to do on New Year's Eve, he assured me that NOTHING was safe!

When I got back to my hotel, I zipped out for a beer and some chips to share with Rafael who has been very helpful to me in lining up my reservations and seeing that my car is ready, etc... We were chatting, and a guy staying here came in with an overly perfumed, tight jeaned woman, both of whom disappeared. Then a family from New Jersey came in, and we started chatting, I asking their 5th grader what she was reading... Suddenly, the overly perfumed woman came tearing out of the man's room, screaming and naked. Words were exchanged between her and Rafael, who works at the desk, and once she got dressed and left, the guy came out and began yelling. Meanwhile, I suggested to the mom of the 5th graderthat perhaps it was bedtime... Rafael has called his manager, and I am TOTALLY creeped by the whole thing. Tomorrow night I shall stay in my little room, huddled on my bed perhaps with the covers over my head. These are NOT my people!!!