The main street near our place is a constant flow of brightly painted old school buses. Many are works of art with mural inspired paintings. And the owners display their pride in their artwork by keeping the bus sparkling clean. There is a cacophony of voices shouting out names of destinations in singsong fashion from someone hanging outside the door of each bus. But notwithstanding this intriguing mode of public transport we typical choose to walk and if necessary we grab a cab back in the evening. I've figured out that whenever taking a taxi I need to tell them big landmarks rather than the name of the hotel or the street. Essentially I just say - "via espana cerca de colegio de javier". They drive us to the college at which point I say 2 more blocks on the right. Easy enough once you figure it out.
One day we decided to head to the waterfront and walk the path to the citycenter. The land along the waterfront had been developed with care - bicycle paths, enclosed sport rinks (basketball, rollerhockey and more) and lush green lawns - all with the view of glistening high-rises, some major hotels, some commercial and some condos. As we walked into the neighborhoods there was more of the same with the addition of bars, restaurants, boutique hotels and CASINOS! It really did not feel at all like Central America. We had a plan to find a certain famous waffle house. After much searching we found it only to discover that it was more of a bar than a breakfast place as they opened at noon and stayed open for the duration. No worries instead we found a deli serving huge portions for cheap! That evening we ventured back to this part of town - no, not for waffles, but for the Cafe Pomodoro a romantic little place that formed an outdoor, interior courtyard. My first glass of good wine since leaving Los Angeles!
