It had been a busy day of sightseeing, our feet and backs were tired and our stomach were full as we headed back to our hotel. Once back, we all gathered in Dee and Holan’s room where they had iced down, in their trash can, two bottles of Moscato, from the ship.
Someone looked out the window and notice a woman in a room on the third floor across the street. She was on a table and a man was working on her. We took turned watching and guessing what procedure she was having done.