Eight AM consisted of hojaldres and roosters. I awoke wrapped in both blankets and aromas, of the ocean, the humid island air, and, of course, the hojaldres. The smell of the hojaldres eventually pulled us out of our beds and down the stairs to where Louis was busy cooking. “My favorite breakfast” I commented, not...
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text letter_spacing=””](written on 27th) Since yesterday was the last day of staying with our own roommates, everyone was kind of in a sad mood to leave the Golden Gate Hotel that had been with us for the past 3 days. Also, no more convenient laundries made us miss the hotel more and more! We all...