Another wonderful day on Roatan. We started with our fruit breakfast and a long conversation about American politics with two young, passionate, and politically-aware travelers from California. Next we headed to West Bay (about a 45 minute walk from Keifitos Plantation where we're staying). We swam out from the shore to snorkle ... the water was incredibly clear.
Unfortunately, Frances is a much braver explorer than I. She tries to point out the beautiful fish but when she looks to find me I have turned and headed back toward shore. All she sees is my pink snorkle disappearing into the horizon. Neither of us can swim but I am more scared about it than she is. I'm still trying to get used to the fact that once I put my face (with snorkle mask) down into the water I am cradled by the water. Today when I saw the sea bottom getting farther and farther away from me I hightailed it back toward shore. We did go out again and swim further into the reef after Frances assured me that it got more shallow farther out from shore. (My fears about going into a low blood sugar add to my anxiety.)
I told Frances today that if we keep getting back into the water and practicing I'm sure that I'll feel more and more confident. I'm definitely learning more about me and my inner fears. Hopefully, I can overcome some of my anxieties before our time runs out here on these beautiful shores.
After a long swing in our hammock and peanut butter sandwiches in our room, we headed into West End to have a drink and visit the internet cafe. We tried our first Mojitos tonight, thanks to another movie star, James Bond. Frances saw them on the menu and the first was so good we had another.
Tomorrow we go fruit picking with our host, Phillip. He harvests his own fruit from the plantation for our breakfasts so we'll see how it's done. He did forewarn us to wear long pants with shoes and socks since we'll venture through stinging nettle.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Thank you, Jackie Chan!
We're back in paradise again ... Roatan Island, off the north coast of Honduras. (We think about Bayfield and Madeline Island often ... the main difference is the climate). We arrived by ferry (250 person capacity) last evening from La Ceiba. It was an hour and a quarter trip across the Caribbean Sea with barf bags distributed freely to those on board.
Luckily the ferry was set up like a movie theater and showed a Jackie Chan movie during the trip. That provided a vital focus point to keep attention off the swells. Nonetheless, people rushed for a bathroom and kids and adults alike made use of their plastic bag accessory. One crew member was stationed at the front of the boat and intently watched faces to discover where to go next to offer additional plastic bags and/or needed wiping up services. I think Frances and I have fairly strong stomachs but, truth be told, Jackie Chan may have saved us!
We found a wonderful lodging that's about a 10 minute walk from town along the beach. Cabins are perched atop a high embankment with stairs to the beach and a long dock. We rented snorkle equipment from Phillip, our host, and we plan to swim right off the shore this afternoon to see what sea life resides underneath the waters. On our deck we have our first hammock! We're told we'll be able to lie in it to watch the sunset! We already paid for four additional nights.
Of course, Roatan is one of the best spots in this country to sample malaria ... five different kinds on this island alone. We visited a butterfly and insect museum in La Ceiba two days ago and also found out about Chagas, a disease from biting insects that affects one-third of Honduran people. No known cure. It gets into the blood stream, attacks heart, liver, digestive tract, and kills within 10 to 20 years after infection, usually by heart attack.
We're staying on a plantation and hope to join Phillip on his venture to pick fruit for breakfast in the next day or two. We had lots of exotic possibilities this AM: a white sour fruit, a black (chocolate pudding-like) fruit, papaya, and watermelon. Frances wants to find out how the owners planted fruit trees in the preexisting tropical forest. There are horses, cows, and chickens here too. As a result, we had homemade cheese on fresh-baked bagels for breakfast this AM. A horse ride on the beach is an enticing possibility as well.
It's noon ... Time to shop for groceries, head back to our lodging, and hit the water. Adios, amigos.
Luckily the ferry was set up like a movie theater and showed a Jackie Chan movie during the trip. That provided a vital focus point to keep attention off the swells. Nonetheless, people rushed for a bathroom and kids and adults alike made use of their plastic bag accessory. One crew member was stationed at the front of the boat and intently watched faces to discover where to go next to offer additional plastic bags and/or needed wiping up services. I think Frances and I have fairly strong stomachs but, truth be told, Jackie Chan may have saved us!
We found a wonderful lodging that's about a 10 minute walk from town along the beach. Cabins are perched atop a high embankment with stairs to the beach and a long dock. We rented snorkle equipment from Phillip, our host, and we plan to swim right off the shore this afternoon to see what sea life resides underneath the waters. On our deck we have our first hammock! We're told we'll be able to lie in it to watch the sunset! We already paid for four additional nights.
Of course, Roatan is one of the best spots in this country to sample malaria ... five different kinds on this island alone. We visited a butterfly and insect museum in La Ceiba two days ago and also found out about Chagas, a disease from biting insects that affects one-third of Honduran people. No known cure. It gets into the blood stream, attacks heart, liver, digestive tract, and kills within 10 to 20 years after infection, usually by heart attack.
We're staying on a plantation and hope to join Phillip on his venture to pick fruit for breakfast in the next day or two. We had lots of exotic possibilities this AM: a white sour fruit, a black (chocolate pudding-like) fruit, papaya, and watermelon. Frances wants to find out how the owners planted fruit trees in the preexisting tropical forest. There are horses, cows, and chickens here too. As a result, we had homemade cheese on fresh-baked bagels for breakfast this AM. A horse ride on the beach is an enticing possibility as well.
It's noon ... Time to shop for groceries, head back to our lodging, and hit the water. Adios, amigos.
Monday, January 5, 2009
From Spanish to English and Back Again
We´re in La Ceiba, Honduras now ... arrived here accidentally on Sunday, Jan. 4. We paid for bus tickets to Tela but didn´t realize we were at our bus stop, a pull off point along the road where we expected a bus station, and we just stayed on the bus. No one told us we were at our destination. All buses have a ¨conductor¨who collects fares along the way as people board the bus. On other buses in Belize that conductor would have told us when to get off. No big deal. We planned to be here soon since this is the jumping off point for the Bay Islands.
We´ve been on the road three weeks. We started in Mexico with mostly English and a little Spanish to communicate, then stayed 10 days in Belize which is English speaking. It was a relief to not have to struggle to communicate. But now we´re back at it. This time most of our communication is with lodging, restaurant, market, and bus employees who know no English or very, very little. So it´s up to us to find a way to express ourselves.
I think often of Dora Kling from Washburn who told me that when she goes to Mexico each March for a month of vacation, she speaks Spanish and when that doesn´t work, she acts and points. ¨Why, once I performed an entire three act play,¨she told me, ¨They still didn´t know what I wanted.¨
We also met a young Canadian man on our water taxi to Caye Caulker, Belize. He had traveled extensively in Mexico and Guatemala and told us that several times he ended up spending an additional night or two at his lodging because he didn´t know how to tell them that he wanted to check out. Whew. We´re doing fine. Steph´s 30 year old college Spanish classes and Spanish dictionary are helping tremendously.
Traveling across borders from one country to the next typically means a long, stressful day. Our experience getting from Belize to Honduras is a prime example. First we boarded a bus in Placencia, Belize at 545 am for a two hour trip to Dangriega. Then we took a taxi to the water taxi meant to deliver us to Puerto Cortes, Honduras. Here we were told to give up our passports for the water taxi company to fill out their manifest. They assured us that they´d been doing this for over 20 years. Then they loaded our luggage in a truck and about 32 of us in various vehicles for our trip to immigration where they took our passports out of a plastic bag for the immigration officer to stamp.
We reboarded our vehicles for a trip to a dock in the middle of nowhere where we waited for over an hour for a boat to arrive. The immigration officer got on the boat and called our names one by one from our passports indicating that we should board. Three hours later we were at Puerto Cortes. Here we had to ride a cab to the Immigration Office in Honduras which was closed. A sign on the door indicated a number to call for assistance. Here we waited over an hour in blazing midday heat for our immigration official to arrive. Again, our passports were handed back to us in order for us to fill out a form to present to the customs´agent. After a long line, and an additional unexplained $3 US fee, we were done.
Frances and I were the only members of our boatload who stayed in Puerto Cortes. Everyone else just wanted to get the hell out of there. Heck, the cab driver told us he had lived there his whole life and there was nothing to see.
But we were exhausted and unwilling to travel any farther. We´d already put in a 10 hour day and needed to rest. We walked to a nearby hotel with a fence all around and booked a room. Chickens must have been living immediately behind or underneath our room because we heard crowing and clucking the rest of that day and all night. There were even small chicken feathers on the floor of our room and in the shower.
Again, what an adventure....
We´ve been on the road three weeks. We started in Mexico with mostly English and a little Spanish to communicate, then stayed 10 days in Belize which is English speaking. It was a relief to not have to struggle to communicate. But now we´re back at it. This time most of our communication is with lodging, restaurant, market, and bus employees who know no English or very, very little. So it´s up to us to find a way to express ourselves.
I think often of Dora Kling from Washburn who told me that when she goes to Mexico each March for a month of vacation, she speaks Spanish and when that doesn´t work, she acts and points. ¨Why, once I performed an entire three act play,¨she told me, ¨They still didn´t know what I wanted.¨
We also met a young Canadian man on our water taxi to Caye Caulker, Belize. He had traveled extensively in Mexico and Guatemala and told us that several times he ended up spending an additional night or two at his lodging because he didn´t know how to tell them that he wanted to check out. Whew. We´re doing fine. Steph´s 30 year old college Spanish classes and Spanish dictionary are helping tremendously.
Traveling across borders from one country to the next typically means a long, stressful day. Our experience getting from Belize to Honduras is a prime example. First we boarded a bus in Placencia, Belize at 545 am for a two hour trip to Dangriega. Then we took a taxi to the water taxi meant to deliver us to Puerto Cortes, Honduras. Here we were told to give up our passports for the water taxi company to fill out their manifest. They assured us that they´d been doing this for over 20 years. Then they loaded our luggage in a truck and about 32 of us in various vehicles for our trip to immigration where they took our passports out of a plastic bag for the immigration officer to stamp.
We reboarded our vehicles for a trip to a dock in the middle of nowhere where we waited for over an hour for a boat to arrive. The immigration officer got on the boat and called our names one by one from our passports indicating that we should board. Three hours later we were at Puerto Cortes. Here we had to ride a cab to the Immigration Office in Honduras which was closed. A sign on the door indicated a number to call for assistance. Here we waited over an hour in blazing midday heat for our immigration official to arrive. Again, our passports were handed back to us in order for us to fill out a form to present to the customs´agent. After a long line, and an additional unexplained $3 US fee, we were done.
Frances and I were the only members of our boatload who stayed in Puerto Cortes. Everyone else just wanted to get the hell out of there. Heck, the cab driver told us he had lived there his whole life and there was nothing to see.
But we were exhausted and unwilling to travel any farther. We´d already put in a 10 hour day and needed to rest. We walked to a nearby hotel with a fence all around and booked a room. Chickens must have been living immediately behind or underneath our room because we heard crowing and clucking the rest of that day and all night. There were even small chicken feathers on the floor of our room and in the shower.
Again, what an adventure....
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tropical Paradise
We're in Caye Caulker, Belize. Took a wonderful snorkle trip to the reef this AM with three stops: first stop our guide, Salvadore, led us (seven total with only Frances and I choosing to wear PFDs around our waists) as he pointed out a green moray eel, a sea turtle, various corals including one called "brain" (eerie how realistic it looked), another called "staghorn" and yet another called "fire."
At our second stop (sting ray and shark alley) we were in water so shallow that the guide told us to take off our fins and just walk or float above the sting rays. Sharks have not been seen on this reef recently so we watched the sting rays from the boat while Salvadore held one in his arms and pointed out where the stinger is located along its quite long tail. Their eyes were amazing.
I was perfectly happy watching from the boat when Frances ventured in. She slid into the water too late to see the baracuda that several others were watching. This was where we also had a snack of fresh pineapple, bananas, and oranges ... delicious.
At our final stop Salvatore told us we could go out on our own to view some schools of fish and swim around the barrier looking for whatever we could find. I was too careful, not wanting to accidentally hit or touch the coral or injure myself so Frances had to wave me further into the reef to see more fish. I was also too careful about sunscreen, I guess, and being reluctant to put any on that would wash off in the sea I now feel the heat of a fabulous snorkeling sunburn.
Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day were spent at Cerros Beach Resort, across the bay from Corozal, Belize. What an experience! The owners, Jenny and Bill, are focused on sustainable and nature-centered experiences. They heat their water and run their electricity on solar, capture their shower and toilet water from the rain, house their guests in four cabanas built with local palm thatch and wood from their property, pick us up and boat us across the bay to their resort, and treat us with great care and attention, feeding us wonderful food that Bill cooks. Each breakfast and dinner were times to share travel stories and stories of life in Belize.
On Christmas Day, Jenny drove Frances and I to a nearby town (Chenux?) where we visited a local family they have befriended. This trip was intended to allow us the experience of crossing a river using a hand crank bridge. The bridge holds two vehicles plus pedestrians. Cars drive on, then a government worker starts cranking and within five minutes the wooden bridge meets the other side of the river and cars drive on their way.
The day before our trip over the bridge a man and his wife drove quickly onto the bridge while it was raining and went straight off the bridge and into the river. His wife couldn't swim and died. The sad remains of their experience sat beside the road ... a water-soaked car with its windshield smashed out.
Christmas night, Bill (our chef, who told us he's prepared a meal for two presidents--Clinton/Gore and Bush/Cheney) made us a pork roast that was shared with us and the other two guests there, Kath and Ian (from London). As an aside, Bill told us that each president always gives a memento to their chef. Clinton gave him a keychain with the presidential seal on it, Bush gave him a small bag of M&Ms from Air Force One.
So many stories were shared between guests and hosts during our three days at Cerros Resort we'll have to tell more later when our internet cafe charges are cheaper. Still can't believe we're here. I told Frances over lunch today that I feel guilty when I think of all my friends and family who are shoveling and layering on coats and gloves and hats and mittens. I'm working on getting over my guilt. The warm salt air and beautiful azure water seem to help.
At our second stop (sting ray and shark alley) we were in water so shallow that the guide told us to take off our fins and just walk or float above the sting rays. Sharks have not been seen on this reef recently so we watched the sting rays from the boat while Salvadore held one in his arms and pointed out where the stinger is located along its quite long tail. Their eyes were amazing.
I was perfectly happy watching from the boat when Frances ventured in. She slid into the water too late to see the baracuda that several others were watching. This was where we also had a snack of fresh pineapple, bananas, and oranges ... delicious.
At our final stop Salvatore told us we could go out on our own to view some schools of fish and swim around the barrier looking for whatever we could find. I was too careful, not wanting to accidentally hit or touch the coral or injure myself so Frances had to wave me further into the reef to see more fish. I was also too careful about sunscreen, I guess, and being reluctant to put any on that would wash off in the sea I now feel the heat of a fabulous snorkeling sunburn.
Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day were spent at Cerros Beach Resort, across the bay from Corozal, Belize. What an experience! The owners, Jenny and Bill, are focused on sustainable and nature-centered experiences. They heat their water and run their electricity on solar, capture their shower and toilet water from the rain, house their guests in four cabanas built with local palm thatch and wood from their property, pick us up and boat us across the bay to their resort, and treat us with great care and attention, feeding us wonderful food that Bill cooks. Each breakfast and dinner were times to share travel stories and stories of life in Belize.
On Christmas Day, Jenny drove Frances and I to a nearby town (Chenux?) where we visited a local family they have befriended. This trip was intended to allow us the experience of crossing a river using a hand crank bridge. The bridge holds two vehicles plus pedestrians. Cars drive on, then a government worker starts cranking and within five minutes the wooden bridge meets the other side of the river and cars drive on their way.
The day before our trip over the bridge a man and his wife drove quickly onto the bridge while it was raining and went straight off the bridge and into the river. His wife couldn't swim and died. The sad remains of their experience sat beside the road ... a water-soaked car with its windshield smashed out.
Christmas night, Bill (our chef, who told us he's prepared a meal for two presidents--Clinton/Gore and Bush/Cheney) made us a pork roast that was shared with us and the other two guests there, Kath and Ian (from London). As an aside, Bill told us that each president always gives a memento to their chef. Clinton gave him a keychain with the presidential seal on it, Bush gave him a small bag of M&Ms from Air Force One.
So many stories were shared between guests and hosts during our three days at Cerros Resort we'll have to tell more later when our internet cafe charges are cheaper. Still can't believe we're here. I told Frances over lunch today that I feel guilty when I think of all my friends and family who are shoveling and layering on coats and gloves and hats and mittens. I'm working on getting over my guilt. The warm salt air and beautiful azure water seem to help.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Go South, Senoras, Go South
We´re in the bus station in Chetumal, Mexico waiting for a connecting bus to Corozal, Belize. It´s been a full day trip and more to come....
I forgot to tell the most memorable story of our first night in Tulum. We stayed at the hostel, The Weary Traveller, and spent most of the night fighting bedbugs and too-cold AC (one sheet, no blankets for the bed and no air circulation without AC). The bedbugs were persistent and Frances awakened numerous times throughout the night scratching and complaining.
We moved the bed away from the wall but discovered later from Brett, my world-traveling younger brother, that there were numerous other strategies to fight this plague had we known about them. After moving the bed so that it touches nothing else (i.e., walls, bedside tables, etc.), place glasses of water underneath each leg of the bed. Huh, there were plastic cups under each bed leg. Next, coat the legs of the bed with vasoline. Bedbug escape strategies continued but we decided that our best plan was this: Never stay in another Weary Traveller again.
We´re leaving our comfy bus experience behind the further we go. Our bus this AM from Tulum to Chetumal did not have a TV or assigned seats so people squeezed in whereever they could fit. What a relief to NOT have a TV. Quiet conversation is what I heard--bueno. The price for two for 240 kilometers was $11.80US so Frances calls these bus fares "the best deal in Mexico."
I wonder whether we´ll have similar nights in Belize. In Tulum the music started about 4:30pm and played for several hours. Then political campaigns circled the neighborhoods with loudspeakers and music announcing various candidates for presidente. I usually woke about 3:30am to the sound of dogs fighting and cats howling. Then back to sleep until the roosters started crowing at 4:30 to 5:00am. The birds start singing loudly about this time as well. At night the animals are loud--including party animals--but traffic is quieter. We liked the sound of the jungle in the city. Will that continue? We´ll soon see. We are definitely in paradise compared to the below zero temps and snow in the world that we left behind.
I forgot to tell the most memorable story of our first night in Tulum. We stayed at the hostel, The Weary Traveller, and spent most of the night fighting bedbugs and too-cold AC (one sheet, no blankets for the bed and no air circulation without AC). The bedbugs were persistent and Frances awakened numerous times throughout the night scratching and complaining.
We moved the bed away from the wall but discovered later from Brett, my world-traveling younger brother, that there were numerous other strategies to fight this plague had we known about them. After moving the bed so that it touches nothing else (i.e., walls, bedside tables, etc.), place glasses of water underneath each leg of the bed. Huh, there were plastic cups under each bed leg. Next, coat the legs of the bed with vasoline. Bedbug escape strategies continued but we decided that our best plan was this: Never stay in another Weary Traveller again.
We´re leaving our comfy bus experience behind the further we go. Our bus this AM from Tulum to Chetumal did not have a TV or assigned seats so people squeezed in whereever they could fit. What a relief to NOT have a TV. Quiet conversation is what I heard--bueno. The price for two for 240 kilometers was $11.80US so Frances calls these bus fares "the best deal in Mexico."
I wonder whether we´ll have similar nights in Belize. In Tulum the music started about 4:30pm and played for several hours. Then political campaigns circled the neighborhoods with loudspeakers and music announcing various candidates for presidente. I usually woke about 3:30am to the sound of dogs fighting and cats howling. Then back to sleep until the roosters started crowing at 4:30 to 5:00am. The birds start singing loudly about this time as well. At night the animals are loud--including party animals--but traffic is quieter. We liked the sound of the jungle in the city. Will that continue? We´ll soon see. We are definitely in paradise compared to the below zero temps and snow in the world that we left behind.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sol y Mar
We´ve been on the road in Mexico now for almost a week. Finally our minds are catching up with our bodies as we visit our first (ever) internet cafe. We flew into Cancun last Tuesday (16th) and by the time we found lodging and a meal (five tacos and a tamarind margarita) we hit the bed at 6pm and slept ´til 9am the next morning. Monday the 15th was a long day what with finishing up final details for our home and business, shoveling the new foot of snow, and driving at 35-40 miles per hour all the way to Duluth/Superior due to icy roads. We planned to have dinner with friends Robbyn and Jan in St. Paul but instead reached their home at 10:30pm, talked ´til 1:15am and set the alarm for 3:00am to reach the airport for our 6:00am flight.
Our most memorable moments so far ...
Snorkeling Dos Ojos cenote outside of Tulum. Our guide, Sebastian, from Argentina showed us the tiny root hairs of trees that grow down through the limestone roof into the underground waters where we swam. Also, one place in the cave had long shafts of sunlight piercing into the water that Sebastian called ¨the fingers of God.¨ The driver for this trip, Daniel, told us enroute that his first girlfriend when he was 16 called him a pulpo (octopus) because his hands were everywhere. A word is worth a thousand pictures, eh?
We went to la playa yesterday just north and east of Tulum. White sand beaches so beautiful and easy to walk (the sand doesn´t shift underfoot because it is made from coral reef) compared to the shores of Lake Superior. The water is 80 degrees and air temp about 87 but the breeze off the ocean is cooling. We sat next to a massage stand on the beach with four tables and four therapists waiting patiently for clients. Frances just couldn´t pull herself away from the sight. She said, ¨The language is different but the techniques are the same.¨
Today we looked in vain for an open laundry. No luck since it´s Sunday so it´s back to our hotel to hand wash clothes. We may still have time to get to the Tulum ruins but don´t want to rush as we´re on vacation.
The sun and warmth and beautiful flowers are divine. We may leave for Belize tomorrow AM. We´ll see what the rest of this day holds ...
Our most memorable moments so far ...
Snorkeling Dos Ojos cenote outside of Tulum. Our guide, Sebastian, from Argentina showed us the tiny root hairs of trees that grow down through the limestone roof into the underground waters where we swam. Also, one place in the cave had long shafts of sunlight piercing into the water that Sebastian called ¨the fingers of God.¨ The driver for this trip, Daniel, told us enroute that his first girlfriend when he was 16 called him a pulpo (octopus) because his hands were everywhere. A word is worth a thousand pictures, eh?
We went to la playa yesterday just north and east of Tulum. White sand beaches so beautiful and easy to walk (the sand doesn´t shift underfoot because it is made from coral reef) compared to the shores of Lake Superior. The water is 80 degrees and air temp about 87 but the breeze off the ocean is cooling. We sat next to a massage stand on the beach with four tables and four therapists waiting patiently for clients. Frances just couldn´t pull herself away from the sight. She said, ¨The language is different but the techniques are the same.¨
Today we looked in vain for an open laundry. No luck since it´s Sunday so it´s back to our hotel to hand wash clothes. We may still have time to get to the Tulum ruins but don´t want to rush as we´re on vacation.
The sun and warmth and beautiful flowers are divine. We may leave for Belize tomorrow AM. We´ll see what the rest of this day holds ...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
We're Off!!
This winter Frances and I are leaving the northern tundra for the tropics of Mexico and Central America ... and none too soon. While "tundra" may be an exaggeration, right now we're in the midst of our first major winter storm with whiteout conditions, tumbling temps, dangerous windchills, and nonstop snowfall. We drive to the Twin Cities tomorrow to catch our 6:00 AM Tuesday morning flight. Our fervent hope ... that the weather accommodates our travel plans and we arrive safely in Mexico on Tuesday afternoon.
First stop: Cancun. Then we're off to parts unknown. Our only agenda is to spend time in Mexico, Belize, and Honduras with occasional bouts of snorkeling when opportunities and coral reefs present themselves. From subzero to 80 degrees plus will take some adjustment but we're confident that we'll acclimatize ourselves to the warmth and sunshine.
We'll keep in touch through occasional stops at internet cafes along our route. So revisit "Under the Forest Canopy" in the coming weeks--seven total--as we travel to seashore and jungle, Mayan ruins, and ?? Adventure awaits us ... Hasta luego!
First stop: Cancun. Then we're off to parts unknown. Our only agenda is to spend time in Mexico, Belize, and Honduras with occasional bouts of snorkeling when opportunities and coral reefs present themselves. From subzero to 80 degrees plus will take some adjustment but we're confident that we'll acclimatize ourselves to the warmth and sunshine.
We'll keep in touch through occasional stops at internet cafes along our route. So revisit "Under the Forest Canopy" in the coming weeks--seven total--as we travel to seashore and jungle, Mayan ruins, and ?? Adventure awaits us ... Hasta luego!
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