Despite taking off 45 minutes late, my humans only got through one glass of Champagne before takeoff. I fear they are getting old.
My humans were both surprised and relieved that everything went to plan after landing and we were all deposited at our lovely hotel in a very timely manner by the good people of Southbound.
If one were pressed, one would describe the street of our hotel as earthy/grungy.
[Note from female human: the area we are in – Barrio Lastarria – is described in the guide books as the ‘bohemian’ end of town. In this instance, ‘bohemian’ means the streets will be awash in dog turds, every wall will be covered in graffiti, and there will be a higher than expected ratio of people camping out in a semi-permanent manner.]
Despite doing my best to keep myself out of the limelight it would appear that my fans have tracked me down. To wit: I present a photo of the hotel we are staying in, and then a photo of the wall directly opposite our hotel.
After visiting some of my peers in the art gallery it was finally time to relax by the pool in an attempt to reset everyone’s much disturbed internal clock.
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