And again. A cochroach. In the bathroom. This time awfully vividly alive. Did I panic? No. As a mature, confident grown-up I put something over it, hoping it will be dead next time I check. Or someone else checks. But no panic.

On the other hand I woke up in the middle of the night completely convinced there were a bunch of giant spiders walking around in my room. And then I panicked, a bit. Ran out of my room and was standing in the kitchen for at least ten minutes, waiting for someone to come rescue me. Which no one of course did. Where have all the heroes gone...?

Anyway. We spent some time in Barrio Antiguo yesterday, at a really nice terazza cocktail bar :)