Frustration

I wrote what I thought was a fine blog tonite. I wrote it on Word because I can't get internet in my room at the lovely Hotel Limon in Granada, Nica. I don't know how to copy the document to the blog page. I feel so stupid. But the real thing is there is this woman in the living area where the internet works who has been on Skype for the last 14 hours and every day in the past days. I can not write while she is complaining to her friends in South Africa about the "natives" of Nicaragua.

I am certain that somehow this is a gift from God. But I can't see that yet.

I will either figure this out or move to a new house. I miss my blog and I miss you.