I was the last one on the airport shuttle.  The driver told me that my address was outside of his regular route, but he took me because Justin had assured him that it is real close and real easy to find, and because he is real kind. I asked him if the neighborhood is safe. He said during the day it should be ok, but one may not want to walk around at night.

Wow, the neighborhood looks dicey!

Justin was out on the street waiting for me, and helped the two luggage up two flights of stairs. It is a two bedroom apartment, one of which Jessica and Justin is subleasing out in airbnb for travelers.

The apartment is unpretentious and comfortable - plants, posters, pictures. In the living room, an old time furnace, two bicycles, two LP players, a volume control center and a large base speaker arranged around the coffee table. Red curtains.

The three of us went to a neighborhood Mexican restaurant for late dinner. Jessica recommended a Bomba, a large sandwich filled with bacon, pork, saucage pices. It tasted so good. I also tried a drink called Horchata drink - cinnamon rice milk. Both great.

Coming home, I got on line and started surfing, while chatting with Jessica. Later Allen the neighbor came over and chatted.

I feel so relaxed. After 14 hours of flight and some more tuepidation, and it is now time to go to  sleep.