LANCE DIXON
The following day, a cold wind embraced my body. I crawled into my bed like a baby. But then, I couldn’t take the temperature anymore. I tried to get up from bed and turned off the air conditioner. I regret that I opened it last night. I never thought that La Cascara was colder than what I imagined.
I was changing my clothes when someone knocked on my room door. I looked at the peephole just to see that it was the bellboy.
I opened the door for him. “Good morning, sir. This is your breakfast. I hope you like it.”
He carefully serves my breakfast at the small table behind the bed.
“Thanks, man,” I told him, and he bowed at me.
I wore a cotton shirt and a gray sweater, and I topped it with a thick leather jacket with a hoodie. I also used thick fabric pants to help me w
