Review of abandoned houses for sale::If you inherit a house and sell it, can you do whatever ...

Review of abandoned houses for sale::If you inherit a house and sell it, can you do whatever ...

ＳＡＮ               ＪＯＳＥ,               ＣＯＳＴＡ               ＲＩＣＡ               --               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｍｏｌｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ｏｌｄ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｃａｐｉｔａｌ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｓｅｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｒｅｎｏｗｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｔｓ               ｊｕｎｇｌｅ               ｆｌｏｒａ               ａｎｄ               ｆａｕｎａ. Ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｖａｃａｔｉｏｎ,               Ｉ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｉｔ               ａ               ｐｌｅａｓａｎｔｌｙ               ｆｕｎｋｙ,               ｗａｌｋａｂｌｅ               ｔｏｗｎ.                Ｉ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ａｔ               Ｊｕａｎ               Ｓａｎｔａｍａｒｉａ               Ｉｎｔｅｒｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ               Ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｃｌｏｕｄｙ               ｓｋｉｅｓ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｗｈａｔ               ｌｏｃａｌ               Ｔｉｃｏｓ               ｃａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               "ｒａｉｎｙ"               ｓｅａｓｏｎ               ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               "ｄｒｙ"               ｓｅａｓｏｎ               ｉｓ               ｒａｉｎｙ,               ｔｏｏ. Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｓ               ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               74               ｉｎｃｈｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｒａｉｎｆａｌｌ               ｅａｃｈ               ｙｅａｒ,               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｗｉｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｆ               Ｓｅａｔｔｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｐａｒｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅ               ｔｈｒｅｅ               ｔｉｍｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｕｃｈ.. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｕｍｂｒｅｌｌａ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ               ｃａｒｒｙｉｎｇ               ｕｍｂｒｅｌｌａｓ.                Ｆｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ               ｉｎ               1736,               ｂａｌｍｙ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｌｉｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｂｒｏａｄ               ｆｅｒｔｉｌｅ               ｖａｌｌｅｙ               ａｔ               ａｎ               ｅｌｅｖａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               3,300               ｆｅｅｔ. Ａｃｃｏｒｄｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｇｏｖｅｒｎｍｅｎｔ               ｓｔａｔｉｓｔｉｃｓ,               ｉｔｓ               ｙｅａｒ-ｒｏｕｎｄ               ｍｅｄｉａｎ               ｔｅｍｐｅｒａｔｕｒｅ               ｉｓ               70               ｄｅｇｒｅｅｓ. Ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｚｅ               ｏｆ               Ｗｅｓｔ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｉｔｓｅｌｆ               ｉｓ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｈａｎ               4               ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ,               ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｍｉｇｒａｎｔｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｉｎｇ               Ｎｉｃａｒａｇｕａ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｕｎｅｍｐｌｏｙｍｅｎｔ               ｒａｔｅ               ｉｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｌｉｋｅ               58               ｐｅｒｃｅｎｔ. Ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               2               ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔｓ               ｄｅｓｃｅｎｄ               ｏｎ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｙｅａｒ.                Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｗｏｒｎ               ａ               ｐａｉｒ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｋｉｎｇ               ｂｏｏｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｃａｓｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｕｄｄｙ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｓｔｒａｗ               ｈａｔ               ｓｌｕｎｇ               ｂａｃｋ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｍｙ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒ,               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｓｕｎ. Ｉ               ｓｔｕｆｆｅｄ               ａ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ,               ａ               ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｉｂｌｅ               ｕｍｂｒｅｌｌａ,               ａｎ               ａｌａｒｍ               ｃｌｏｃｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｂａｇ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｗａｓ               ｍｙ               ｌｕｇｇａｇｅ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ'ｓ               ｖｉｓｉｔ.                Ｉ               ａｍ               ａ               ｔｈｒｉｆｔｙ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ               ｃｏｓｔ               ｍｅ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒｅｄ               ａ               ｆｏｒｔｕｎｅ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｔｏ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ               ｉｎｔｏ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ               (ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔ               ｅｘｃｈａｎｇｅ               ｒａｔｅ:               ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               500               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ               ｐｅｒ               $1               ＵＳＤ). Ｔｏ               ｓａｖｅ               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌａｖｏｒ               ｏｆ               "ｒｅａｌ"               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ,               Ｉ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔａｋｅ               ａ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｂｕｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｖｏｉｄ               ｔｈｅ               $25               ＵＳＤ               ｔａｘｉ               ｆａｒｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               20               ｍｉｎｕｔｅ               ｒｉｄｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｉｎｔｏ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ.                Ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               Ｉ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｈｏｍｅ,               ａ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓｔａｔｅ               Ｄｅｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｗｅｂｓｉｔｅ               ｗａｒｎｅｄ               ｍｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｎｃｒｅａｓｉｎｇ               ｌｅｖｅｌｓ               ｏｆ               ｖｉｏｌｅｎｃｅ               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ,               ｓｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｄｅａ               ｏｆ               ｔａｋｉｎｇ               ａ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｂｕｓ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏｍｅｗｈａｔ               ｄａｕｎｔｉｎｇ. Ｍｙ               Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ               ｉｓ               ｓｐｏｔｔｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｌｏｓｔ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｂｕｓ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｄｉｓｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｂｕｓｓｅｓ               ａｌｌ               ｆｉｎｉｓｈ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｒｏｕｔｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｂｏｏｋｅｄ               ａ               ｒｏｏｍ.                Ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ,               ａ               ｐａｃｋｅｄ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｒｅｄ               ｔａｘｉｓ               ａｎｄ               ｇｅｓｔｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔａｘｉ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｈｕｓｔｌｉｎｇ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔｓ               ｗｈｏ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｂｌｉｎｋｉｎｇ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｓｏ               ｍａｎｙ               ｄｅｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｅａｄｌｉｇｈｔｓ. Ａｓｋｉｎｇ               ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａｎ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｅ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｆｉｎｇｅｒ               ｐｏｉｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｂｕｓ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｒｋｉｎｇ               ｓｔｒｕｃｔｕｒｅ,               ａｌｏｎｇ               ａ               ｍａｉｎ               ｈｉｇｈｗａｙ               ａｎｄ               ａｗａｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｄ               ｓｗａｒｍ               ｏｆ               ｔａｘｉｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔｓ. Ｉ               ｓａｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｗｏ               ｐｏｌｉｔｅ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｇｉｒｌｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｂｕｓ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ.                "Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ?"               Ｉ               ｔｉｍｉｄｌｙ               ａｓｋｅｄ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒ               ｗａｖｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｉｎ. Ｉ               ｇａｖｅ               ｈｉｍ               500               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ.                Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａｉｒ-ｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎｅｄ,               ｂｕｔ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｏｐｅｎ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｒｅｌａｘｅｄ               ａｓ               ｃｏｏｌ               ｍｏｉｓｔ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ａｉｒ               ｂｌｅｗ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｔ               ｂｕｓ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｌａｐｔｒａｐ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ,               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ａｌｌ               ｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｉｎ               ｒｏｏｆｓ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｏｒａｎｇｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｒａｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｒｕｓｔ. Ｒｏａｒｉｎｇ               ｓｔｒｅａｍｓ               ｓｕｎｋ               ｄｅｅｐ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｉｃｋｅｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｊｕｎｇｌｅ               ｆｏｌｉａｇｅ               ｆｌａｓｈｅｄ               ｐａｓｔ               ｍｙ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ｂｕｔ               ｑｕｉｃｋｌｙ               ｇａｖｅ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｔｉｎ-ｒｏｏｆｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｐｕｌａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｖｉｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               1.5               ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｈａｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               350,000               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｓｏ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｌｉｖｅ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｌｉｍｉｔｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓ               ｐｕｌｌｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏａｄ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｏｒ               ｔｗｉｃｅ               ｔｏ               ｐｉｃｋ               ｕｐ               ｐａｓｓｅｎｇｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｏｎ               ｗｅ               ａｒｒｉｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｒｕｓｈ               ｈｏｕｒ.                Ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕｉｄｅｂｏｏｋｓ               ｓｕｇｇｅｓｔｅｄ,               Ｉ               ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ               ａ               ｔａｘｉ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ               (Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｈａｓ               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｂｕｓ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎｓ). Ｉ               ｈａｎｄｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｃａｒｄ               ｏｎ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｄｄｒｅｓｓ               ｉｎ               Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ               ａｎｄ               ａｗａｙ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｎｅａｒ               Ｋｉｏｓｃｏ               ｄｅ               Ｐａｒｑｕｅ               Ｍｏｒａｚｏｎ. Ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｒｉａ,               ａ               ｄｉｇｉｔａｌ               ｍｅｔｅｒ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｃｌｉｃｋｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｌｅａｇｅ               ｔｏ               ａｓｓｕｒｅ               ａｎ               ｈｏｎｅｓｔ               ｃｏｕｎｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｒｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｓｈｏｒｔ               ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ.                Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｒｅｓｅｒｖｅｄ               ａ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｔｒａｎｑｕｉｌｏ               Ｂａｃｋｐａｃｋｅｒｓ. Ｍｙ               ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈａｒｅｄ               ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｓｈｏｗｅｒ               ｗｅｒｅ               $27               ａ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               $7               ａ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｄｏｒｍｉｔｏｒｙ-ｓｔｙｌｅ               ｒｏｏｍ. Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｃｈｅｃｋｅｄ               ｉｎ,               ｔｈｅ               ｄｅｓｋ               ｃｌｅｒｋ               ｔｏｌｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓａｆｅ               ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               10               ｐ.ｍ. ｏｒ               ｓｏ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｏｕｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｗａｌｋ.                Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｎ               ｐｌｅａｓａｎｔ               ｗａｌｋ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｍｙ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               Ｐａｒｑｕｅ               Ｍｏｒａｚｏｎ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｓｋａｔｅｂｏａｒｄｉｎｇ               ｋｉｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｋｉｓｓｉｎｇ               ｌｏｖｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｌｄ               ｍｅｎ               ｓａｔ               ｏｎ               ｂｅｎｃｈｅｓ. Ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓｔｌｉｎｇ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ,               Ｉ               ｂｏｕｇｈｔ               ａ               ｌｏａｆ               ｏｆ               ｔａｓｔｙ               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌ               ｂｒｅａｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈａｍ               ａｎｄ               ｃｒｅａｍ               ｂａｋｅｄ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｒｅａｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｂａｋｅｒｙ,               ｐｌｕｓ               ｆｒｕｉｔ               ａｎｄ               ｃｈｅｅｓｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               Ｍａｓ+Ｍｅｎｏｓ               ｓｕｐｅｒｍａｒｋｅｔ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｈａｌｆ               ｈｉｄｄｅｎ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ａ               ｂａｎｋ               ｏｆ               ｉｄｌｉｎｇ               ｔｏｕｒ               ｂｕｓｓｅｓ. Ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               Ｉ               ｄｉｓｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｓｔｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｂａｎａｎａ               ｐｉｃｋｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｅｅ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒａｂｌｙ               ｓｗｅｅｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｔｅｓ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ａｒｅ               ｓｈｉｐｐｅｄ               ｇｒｅｅｎ,               ａｎｄ               ａｒｔｉｆｉｃｉａｌｌｙ               ｒｉｐｅｎｅｄ.                Ｉｎ               ａｄｄｉｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｄｏｒｍ               ａｎｄ               ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ               ｒｏｏｍｓ,               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｂｉｇ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｗｉｄｅ-ｓｃｒｅｅｎ               ＴＶ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｔｔｒｅｓｓｅｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｏｏｒ,               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｂｂｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｈｅｃｋｉｎｇ               ｅｍａｉｌ,               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｈａｍｍｏｃｋｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｏｎｔ               ｙａｒｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ,               ａ               ｓｈａｒｅｄ               ｒｅｆｒｉｇｅｒａｔｏｒ,               ａｎｄ               ａｎ               ａｉｒｙ               ｋｉｔｃｈｅｎ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ａ               ｔｉｎ               ｒｏｏｆ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｃｏｏｋ               ｏｒ               ｐｒｅｐａｒｅ               ｍｅａｌｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ａｌｓｏ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｆｒｅｅ               ｐａｎｃａｋｅ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ. Ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｅａｔｉｎｇ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ,               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｎｉｃｅ               ｃｈａｔｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｗｏｍａｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｈｏｌｌａｎｄ               ｗｈｏ               ｈａｄ               ｒｅｓｅａｒｃｈｅｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｍａｓｔｅｒ'ｓ               ｔｈｅｓｉｓ               ｏｎ               ｅｃｏ-ｔｏｕｒｉｓｍ,               ａ               ｇｕｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｃａｌｉｆｏｒｎｉａ               ｏｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               Ｐａｎａｍａ               ｔｏ               ｔｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｆｉｓｈｉｎｇ               ｂｏａｔ,               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｔｅａｃｈｅｒｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｓｗｉｔｚｅｒｌａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｏｒｌｅａｎｓ,               ａ               ｒｅｆｕｇｅｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               Ｆｌｏｒｉｄａ               ｒｅａｌ               ｅｓｔａｔｅ               ｂｕｓｔ,               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｆｒａｚｚｌｅｄ               Ｃａｎａｄｉａｎ               ｐｓｙｃｈｏｌｏｇｉｓｔｓ               ｗｈｏｓｅ               ｂａｃｋｐａｃｋ               ｃｏｎｔａｉｎｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ａｉｒｌｉｎｅ               ｔｉｃｋｅｔｓ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｓｎａｔｃｈｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｍｏｒｅ.                Ｍｙ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｓｉｍｐｌｅ               ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ               ｒｏｏｍ               ｈａｄ               ｏｎｅ               ｌａｒｇｅ               ｔｒａｎｓｏｍ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ               ｏｖｅｒｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ               ａ               ｍａｚｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｉｎ               ｒｏｏｆｓ. Ｔｈｅ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ               ｃｏｏｌｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｑｕｉｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｎ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔ               ｐｒｏｖｉｄｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ. Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｏｌ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ               ｂｒｅｅｚｅ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｍｙ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｗ               ｒｕｍｂｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎａｌ               ｐａｔｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｒａｉｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｎ               ｒｏｏｆｓ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ.                Ｄｅｓｐｉｔｅ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｉｓｔｕｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｒａｉｎ,               Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｓａｗ               ａ               ｍｏｓｑｕｉｔｏ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ'ｓ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ               ｂｌａｃｋ               ａｎｄ               ｗｈｉｔｅ               ｓｐｏｔｔｅｄ               ｃａｔ               ｃｒｅｐｔ               ｂｏｌｄｌｙ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｏｐｅｎ               ｗｉｎｄｏｗ,               ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ               ｃｕｒｌｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ａｔ               ｍｙ               ｆｅｅｔ               ｔｏ               ｓｌｅｅｐ. Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ,               ａ               ｂｌａｚｉｎｇ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｓｕｎ               ｗｏｋｅ               ｍｅ               ｕｐ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｄａｙ               ａｔ               6               ａ.ｍ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｓｔ               ｄａｙ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ｗａｓ               ｓｈｕｔ               ｏｆｆ. Ｔｈｉｓ               ｌｅｆｔ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ               ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｔｓ               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｍｂｉｎｇ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｎ               ｓｅａｒｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ.                Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｔａｘｉｓ               ａｒｅ               ｐｌｅｎｔｉｆｕｌ               ａｎｄ               ｃｈｅａｐ,               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｗａｌｋａｂｌｅ               ｃｉｔｙ. Ｉ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ａ               ｂｉｔ,               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｚｏｏ               ａｎｄ               ｐａｒｋｓ               ａｎｄ               ｍｕｓｅｕｍｓ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｕｖｅｎｉｒ               ｓｈｏｐｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｒｋｅｔｓ. Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｓａｆｅ               ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ａｖｏｉｄ               ｔｈｅ               ａｒｅａ               ｎｏｒｔｈｗｅｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               ｓａｉｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ. Ｉｔ               ｒａｉｎｅｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｄａｙ,               ｕｓｕａｌｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄ-ａｆｔｅｒｎｏｏｎ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｍｙ               ｕｍｂｒｅｌｌａ.                Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｎｅｕｔｒａｌ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｎｏ               ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ               ａｒｍｙ               ｂｕｔ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｈａｓ               ｐｌｅｎｔｙ               ｏｆ               ｙｏｕｎｇ               ｕｎｉｆｏｒｍｅｄ               ｐｏｌｉｃｅｍｅｎ. Ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               Ｉ               ｓａｗ               ｐａｉｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｐｓ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｆｅｗ               ｂｌｏｃｋｓ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｉｏｎａｌ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｐｆｕｌ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ.                Ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ａｒｅ               ｏｎｅ-ｗａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｗｅｌｌ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｒａｆｆｉｃ               ｄｕｒｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ               ｒｕｓｈ               ｈｏｕｒ. Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ'ｓ               ｔｒａｆｆｉｃ               ｌｉｇｈｔｓ               ｆａｃｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｔｗｏ               ｄｉｒｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ,               ｔｏｗａｒｄ               ｏｎｃｏｍｉｎｇ               ｔｒａｆｆｉｃ,               ｓｏ               ｃｒｏｓｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｉｎｖｏｌｖｅｓ               ｇｕｅｓｓｗｏｒｋ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ａｒｅ               ｎｏ               ｗａｌｋ               ｓｉｇｎａｌｓ. Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｓｃａｍｐｅｒ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｌｏｏｋ               ｃｌｅａｒ.                Ｏｎｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ｙｏｕ               ｌｅａｒｎ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ａｗａｙ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ'ｓ               ｔａｘｉ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｕｓ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒｓ               ｄｏ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｔｏｐ               ｆｏｒ               ｐｅｄｅｓｔｒｉａｎｓ. Ｔｈｉｓ               ｕｎｓｅｔｔｌｉｎｇ               ｆａｃｔ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｆｒｉｇｈｔｅｎｉｎｇｌｙ               ｒｅａｌ               ｗｈｅｎ               ａ               Ｒａｐｉｄｏ               Ｔｒａｎｓｉｔｏ               ｂｕｓ               ｈｉｓｓｅｄ               ｌｏｕｄｌｙ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ａ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｃｒｏｓｓｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｃｕｒｒｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｕｒｂ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｓｃａｒｅｄ               ｓｑｕｉｒｒｅｌ.                Ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ'ｓ               ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋｓ               ａｒｅ               ｎａｒｒｏｗ,               ｏｌｄ               ａｎｄ               ｎｏｔ               ｐａｒｔｉｃｕｌａｒｌｙ               ｌｅｖｅｌ               ａｎｄ               ｆｌａｔ               -               ｍａｎｙ               ａｒｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｗｅｉｒｄ               ｆｏｏｔｐａｔｈ               ｏｆ               ｃｅｍｅｎｔ,               ｒｏｃｋｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｐｏｔｈｏｌｅｓ. Ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ,               ｉｔ'ｓ               ａ               ｔｈｉｒｄ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ,               ｙｏｕ               ｃａｎ               ｗａｌｋ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ａ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｆｉｎｄ               ａ               ｓｉｘ-ｆｏｏｔ               ｈｉｇｈ               ｍｏｕｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｇａｒｂａｇｅ               ｉｎ               ｐｌａｓｔｉｃ               ｂａｇｓ               ｓｔａｃｋｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｉｄｄｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋ,               ｏｒ               ｌｏａｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｆｉｌｌ               ｄｉｒｔ               ｏｒ               ｃｏｎｃｒｅｔｅ               ｒｕｂｂｌｅ               ｉｎ               ｕｎｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｃｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ａ               ｍｉｘ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃ               ｏｌｄ               ｃｏｌｏｎｉａｌ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ,               ｍａｎｙ               ｍｏｌｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ｐａｒｋｓ,               ｗｅｌｌ-ｔｅｎｄｅｄ               ｆｅｄｅｒａｌ               ｇｏｖｅｒｎｍｅｎｔ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ,               15-ｓｔｏｒｙ               Ｈｏｌｉｄａｙ               Ｉｎｎｓ,               ｓｃｈｏｏｌｓ,               ｒｅｓｔａｕｒａｎｔｓ,               ｃａｓｉｎｏｓ,               ｐｌｕｓ               ｍｉｓｃｅｌｌａｎｅｏｕｓ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｏｆｆｉｃｅ               ａｎｄ               ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ. Ｍａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               Ｉ               ｓｔｒｏｌｌｅｄ               ｐａｓｔ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｈｉｇｈ               ｉｒｏｎ               ｆｅｎｃｅｓ               ｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｃｏｉｌｅｄ               ｒａｚｏｒ               ｗｉｒｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｄｅｃａｙｉｎｇ               ｏｌｄ               ｍａｎｓｉｏｎｓ               ａｐｐｅａｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｏｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ.                Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ｋｎｏｗｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｔｓ               ｃｌｅｖｅｒ               ｐｉｃｋｐｏｃｋｅｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｗａｒｎｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｃａｒｅｆｕｌ. Ａｎ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄ               ｔｏｌｄ               ａ               ｓｔｏｒｙ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｄｒｕｎｋｅｎ               ｅｖｅｎｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｇｒｏｕｐ               ｏｆ               ｇｕｙｓ. Ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｇｕｙｓ               ｗａｓ               ｓｕｄｄｅｎｌｙ               ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｂｙ               ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ,               ｆｌｉｒｔｉｎｇ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｐｒｏｓｔｉｔｕｔｅｓ. Ｈｉｓ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｓｈｏｕｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｗａｔｃｈ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｌｌｅｔ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               "ｖｉｃｔｉｍ"               ｅｖｅｎｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｅｍｅｒｇｅｄ               ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒｉｕｍｐｈａｎｔｌｙ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｌｌｅｔ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｏｃｋｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｉｔ               ｈｉｇｈ. Ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ,               ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ,               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｌｌｅｔ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｌｙ               ｅｍｐｔｙ. Ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｐｒｏｓｔｉｔｕｔｅｓ               ｈａｄ               ｒｅｍｏｖｅｄ               ａｌｌ               ｈｉｓ               ｍｏｎｅｙ,               ｓｌｉｐｐｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗａｌｌｅｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｈｉｓ               ｐｏｃｋｅｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｈａｐｐｉｌｙ               ｍｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎ.                Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｉｓ               ｌａｉｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｃｏｎｆｕｓｉｎｇ               ｇｒｉｄ. Ｃａｌｌｅｓ               ｏｒ               Ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｒｕｎ               ｎｏｒｔｈ               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｕｔｈ,               ａｎｄ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａｓ               ｏｒ               Ａｖｅｎｕｅｓ               ｒｕｎ               ｅａｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｓｔ. Ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ,               ｔｈｅ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒｅｄ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｖｅｎｕｅｓ               ａｒｅ               ｏｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               ａｎｄ               Ｃａｌｌｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｄｄ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ. Ｓｏ               ｙｏｕ               ｗａｌｋ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｏｎｅ               ｂｌｏｃｋ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               1               ａｎｄ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               3,               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｏｎ. Ｔｏ               ｍｕｃｋ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｕｐ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｍｏｒｅ,               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｈａｓ               ｎｏ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｓｉｇｎｓ. Ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ａｖｅｎｕｅ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒｓ               ｐｏｓｔｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｄｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｒｎｅｒ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ,15               ｆｅｅｔ               ｏｒ               ｓｏ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ｂｕｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｈａｖｅ               ｎｏ               ｉｄｅｎｔｉｆｉｃａｔｉｏｎ               ａｔ               ａｌｌ. Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｃａｒｒｉｅｄ               ａ               ｍａｐ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ.                Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ               ｅａｓｔ               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｓｔ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ,               ａ               ｗｉｄｅ               ｂｒｉｃｋ-ｌｉｎｅｄ               ｗａｌｋ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｆｌａｎｋｅｄ               ｂｙ               ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｎｄ               ａｐｐｌｉａｎｃｅ               ｓｔｏｒｅｓ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｔｙｐｅ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｉｎ               ａｎｙ               ｍｅｄｉｕｍ-ｓｉｚｅｄ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｉｎ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａ,               ｈｏｔｅｌｓ,               ｂａｎｋｓ,               ｒｅｓｔａｕｒａｎｔｓ,               ｍｕｓｅｕｍｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ａｔｔｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｍｉｘｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｗｉｔｈ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｆａｓｔ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｊｏｉｎｔｓ,               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓｅｓ. Ｕｎｉｑｕｅ               ｔｏ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ａｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｎｙ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｓｏｄａｓ,               ｏｒ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ               ｓｈｏｐｓ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｇｌａｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｄｅｌｉｃｉｏｕｓ               ｐａｓｓｉｏｎ               ｆｒｕｉｔ               ｊｕｉｃｅ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｅｖｅｒ               ｔａｓｔｅｄ.                Ｐｅｄｅｓｔｒｉａｎｓ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ｄａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ａｌｏｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｒｏｗｄｅｄ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ,               ｐａｒｔｉｃｕｌａｒｌｙ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｓｔ               ｅｎｄ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ａｒｅ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ. Ｍａｎｙ               ｓｅｌｌ               ｓａｃｋｓ               ｏｆ               ｐｒｏｄｕｃｅ,               ｂｕｎｃｈｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｂａｎａｎａｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａｖｏｃａｄｏｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｐｕｓｈ               ｃａｒｔｓ               ｏｒ               ｓｑｕａｔ               ｂｅｓｉｄｅ               ｐｉｋｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｆｒｕｉｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ. Ｅａｒｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ,               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｏｎ               ｆｏｌｄｉｎｇ               ｃｈａｉｒｓ               ｈａｗｋｅｄ               ｌｏｔｔｅｒｙ               ｔｉｃｋｅｔｓ,               ｃｒｙｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｌｏｕｄｌｙ,               ａｎｄ               ａｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｙｐｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｓｐｒｅａｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｂｌａｎｋｅｔｓ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ＤＶＤｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｔ-ｓｈｉｒｔｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｒｉｃｋ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｙ               ｐｏｏｒ               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｓａｂｌｅｄ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｍｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｍｅｎ               ｓａｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ,               ａｒｍｓ               ｕｐｓｔｒｅｔｃｈｅｄ,               ｂｅｇｇｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｉｎ               ｃｕｐｓ.                Ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｎａｒｒｏｗ               ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋｓ,               ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｃｏａｔｓ               ｔｏ               ｏｆｆｅｒ               ｍｅ               Ｖａｌｉｕｍ               ｏｒ               ｂｏｘｅｓ               ｏｆ               Ｃｕｂａｎ               ｃｉｇａｒｓ. Ｄｒｕｇｇｅｄ-ｏｕｔ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｅｘｐａｔｓ               ｗａｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔｓ. Ａｍａｔｅｕｒ               ｊｕｇｇｌｅｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｃｌｏｗｎｓ               ｂｒａｖｅｌｙ               ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ               ｔｒａｆｆｉｃ               ａｔ               ｉｎｔｅｒｓｅｃｔｉｏｎｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｒｙ               ｔｏ               ａｍｕｓｅ               ｄｒｉｖｅｒｓ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ.                Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｓｈｏｐｓ,               ｍｅｒｃｈａｎｔｓ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｐｐｉｌｙ               ｔａｋｅ               ｅｉｔｈｅｒ               ｃｒｅｄｉｔ               ｃａｒｄｓ,               ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ               ｏｒ               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｅｅｔ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｗｅｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｒｇａｉｎｉｎｇ               ｔｙｐｅ               ａｔ               ａｌｌ. Ｏｎｅ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒ               ｆｌａｔｌｙ               ｒｅｆｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｌｌ               ｍｅ               ａ               ｈａｎｄｆｕｌ               ｏｆ               ｌｅｃｈｅ               ｎｕｔｓ,               ｔｅｌｌｉｎｇ               ｍｅ               ｇｒｕｆｆｌｙ               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｓｅｌｌ               ｏｎｅ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｓａｃｋ               ｆｏｒ               1,500               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ. Ｉｎ               ａ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｓｏｕｖｅｎｉｅ               ｓｈｏｐ,               ａ               ｓａｌｅｓｌａｄｙ               ｈａｕｇｈｔｉｌｙ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｍｙ               ｏｆｆｅｒ               ｏｆ               $3               ｆｏｒ               ａ               $4               ｓｌｉｎｇｓｈｏｔ               (Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｏｎｌｙ               $3               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｗａｌｌｅｔ). Ａｆｔｅｒ               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｎｃｏｕｎｔｅｒｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｈｉｓ,               Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ,               ｕｎｌｉｋｅ               ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               Ｌａｔｉｎ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｉｅｓ,               ｄｏ               ｎｏｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｂａｒｇａｉｎ               ａｔ               ａｌｌ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔｉｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｍｅｒｃａｄｏ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｌａ               Ｃａｓｏｎａ               ａｌｏｎｇ               Ｃａｌｌｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               ｎｅａｒ               Ａｖｅｎｉｄａ               1,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ               ａｔ               ｈｏｍｅ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｇｉａｎｔ               ｙａｒｄ               ｓａｌｅ. Ｖｅｎｄｏｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｗｈａｔ               ａｐｐｅａｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｓｈｏｐｓ               ｗａｖｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｏｖｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ               ｏｆｆｅｒｅｄ               ｄｉｓｃｏｕｎｔｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｃａｓｈ. Ｓａｌｅｓｌａｄｉｅｓ               ｐａｓｓｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａ               ｈｏｔ               ｐｏｔａｔｏ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ａ               ｄｒｅａｍｙ               ｗａｒｒｅｎ               ｏｆ               ｃｈａｒｍｉｎｇ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｓｈｏｐｓ               ｏｆｆｅｒｉｎｇ               ａｍｏｎｇ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ,               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｗｏｏｄｅｎ               ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ,               ｃｏｌｏｒｆｕｌ               ｂｏｘｅｓ,               ｃａｒｖｅｄ               ａｎｉｍａｌｓ,               ｏｘｃａｒｔｓ,               ｆｒａｍｅｄ               ｅｘｏｔｉｃ               ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｉｅｓ,               ｒｅｐｌｉｃａｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｅ-Ｃｏｌｏｍｂｉａｎ               ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ               ｉｔｅｍｓ.                Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ａ               ｓｔｒａｗ               ｈａｔ               ｔｏ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｔｏ               ｗａｒｄ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｓｕｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｗａｌｋｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ,               ｍｙ               ｓｔｒａｗ               ｈａｔ               ｓｌｕｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｍｙ               ｂａｃｋ,               ｃｏｗｂｏｙ               ｓｔｙｌｅ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｐｕｚｚｌｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｗｏｒｅ               ｏｒ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｃａｒｒｉｅｄ               ａ               ｈａｔ               ｏｆ               ａｎｙ               ｋｉｎｄ. Ｔｈｅ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ               ｗａｓ               ｏｆｔｅｎ               ｏｖｅｒｃａｓｔ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｓｅｅ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｓｕｎ. Ｄｉｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｏｍｅｗｈａｔ               ｆｏｒｍａｌ               Ｔｉｃｏｓ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ               ｈａｔｓ               ｎｏｔ               ｎｅｃｅｓｓａｒｙ? Ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｔｏｕｒｅｄ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ'ｓ               ｆａｍｏｕｓ               ｖｏｌｃａｎｏｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｄ               ａ               ｓｕｄｄｅｎ               ｇｕｓｔｉｎｇ               ｗｉｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｗｉｓｔｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｒｉｎｇ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｈａｔ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｎｅｃｋ,               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ｓｔｒａｎｇｌｉｎｇ               ｍｅ. Ｈａｔｓ,               Ｉ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ,               ａｒｅ               ａ               ｂａｄ               ｉｄｅａ               ｉｎ               ｒａｉｎｙ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｉｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｗｉｎｄ.                Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ'ｓ               Ｎｏ. 2               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ               ｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｒ,               ａｆｔｅｒ               Ｃｏｌｏｍｂｉａ. Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               Ｉ               ａｍ               ｐａｒｔｉｃｕｌａｒ,               ｅｖｅｒｙｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｓｅｒｖｅｄ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ. Ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               Ａ-ｐｌｕｓ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               ｂｕｔ               ｆｒｅｓｈ               ｃｒｅａｍ               ｗａｓ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ａｖａｉｌａｂｌｅ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｍｉｌｋ               ｗａｓ               ｒａｒｅ. Ｕｓｕａｌｌｙ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｐｏｗｄｅｒｅｄ               ｃｒｅａｍ               ａｎｄ               ｐａｃｋｅｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｃａｎｅ               ｓｕｇａｒ. Ｔｈｅ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｍｅｔｈｏｄ               ｏｆ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               Ｉ               ｅｎｊｏｙｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ               ｐｌａｎｔａｔｉｏｎ,               ｉｓ               ｔｏ               ｐｏｕｒ               ｈｏｔ               ｗａｔｅｒ               ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｃｌｏｔｈ               ｓａｃｋ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｉｚｅ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｈｕｍｍｉｎｇｂｉｒｄ               ｎｅｓｔ,               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ｃｏｆｆｅｅ,               ａｎ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ               ｖａｒｉａｔｉｏｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｎｄａｒｄ               ｄｒｉｐ               ｍｅｔｈｏｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｏｒｋｓ               ｗｅｌｌ.                Ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｔｈｉｒｄ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ,               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ｈａｓ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｐｒｉｃｅｓ. Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ-ｓｔｙｌｅ               ｈｏｔｅｌｓ               ａｎｄ               ｍｅａｌｓ               ａｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｃｈｅａｐｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｒｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｕ.Ｓ. ａｎｄ               ｉｍｐｏｒｔｅｄ               ｉｔｅｍｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｃａｒｓ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ａｒｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｍａｄｅ               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａ               ａｒｅ               ｓａｉｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｘｐｅｎｓｉｖｅ               ｔｈａｎ               ｃａｒｓ               ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｔｅｓ.                Ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｃｕｒｒｅｎｃｙ               ｔｏ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｉｓ               ｄｉｆｆｉｃｕｌｔ               ａｎｄ               ｅｘｐｅｎｓｉｖｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓｅｓ               ｄｉｓｃｏｕｒａｇｅ               ｃｒｅｄｉｔ               ｃａｒｄｓ. Ｍｙ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ,               ｆｏｒ               ｉｎｓｔａｎｃｅ,               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ａｃｃｅｐｔ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｃａｓｈ.                Ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ               ａ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｂａｎｋ               ｉｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ               ａ               ｐｒｉｓｏｎ. Ｓｃｏｗｌｉｎｇ               ｕｎｉｆｏｒｍｅｄ               ｂａｎｋ               ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ               ｇｕａｒｄｓ               ｐａｔ               ｙｏｕ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａｎｄ               ｓｃａｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｅｔａｌ-ｄｅｔｅｃｔｉｎｇ               ｗａｎｄｓ. Ｏｎｃｅ               ｉｎｓｉｄｅ,               ｙｏｕ               ｔａｋｅ               ａ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａ               ｍａｃｈｉｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓｉｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｏｎ               ｐｌａｓｔｉｃ               ｃｈａｉｒｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｇｒｏｕｐ               ｏｆ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｗａｉｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ｕｐ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｂｏａｒｄ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｄｉｒｅｃｔｓ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｂａｎｋ               ｔｅｌｌｅｒ.                Ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ａ               ｆｅｅ               ｔｏ               ｃｈａｎｇｅ               ｍｏｎｅｙ. Ｉ               ｆｏｕｎｄ               ｔｗｏ               ＡＴＭ               ｍａｃｈｉｎｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｄｏｗｎｔｏｗｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               --               ｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅｌｙ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｂｏｔｈ               ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ               ａｎｄ               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｔｉｍｅ               Ｉ               ｔｒｉｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｕｓｅ               ｉｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｃｈａｒｇｅｄ               ｍｅ               875               ｃｏｌｏｎｓ               ｏｒ               ａｌｍｏｓｔ               $2               ｔｏ               ｇｉｖｅ               ｍｅ               $20               ｉｎ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ｃｕｒｒｅｎｃｙ.                Ｉｎ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ,               Ｉ               ｓａｗ               ｔｗｏ               Ｃｏｓｔａ               Ｒｉｃａｎ               ａｒｔ               ｓｈｏｗｓ,               ｏｎｅ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｖｅｌｙ               Ｍｕｓｅｏ               ｄｅ               ｌｏｓ               Ｎｉｎｏｓ               ｏｒ               Ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ'ｓ               Ｍｕｓｅｕｍ,               ａｎ               ｏｌｄ               ｙｅｌｌｏｗ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ｔｏｐ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｈｉｌｌ               ｎｅａｒ               ｃｅｎｔｒａｌ               Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｏｎｅ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｐｌａｚａ               ｄｅ               ｌａ               Ｃｕｌｔｕｒａ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｕｓｅｕｍｓ               ａｒｅ               ｕｎｄｅｒｇｒｏｕｎｄ. Ｉ               ｂｏｏｋｅｄ               ａ               ｃｏｕｐｌｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｏｄｅｒａｔｅｌｙ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ               ｏｎｅ-ｄａｙ               ｔｏｕｒｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｄ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｏｕｒｉｓｔ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ.                Ｍｙ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｅｎｊｏｙａｂｌｅ               ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｕｍｂｌｅ               Ｐａｒｑｕｅ               Ｂｏｌｉｖａｒ               Ｚｏｏ,               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌｉｓｈ               ｚｏｏ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｓｔｅｌ. Ｔｈｅ               ｆｕｎｋｙ               ｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ｚｏｏ               ｉｓ               ｓｉｔｕａｔｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｎｋ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｒｉｖｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｉｎｄｉｎｇ               ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋｓ               ｌｉｎｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｒａｉｎ               ｆｏｒｅｓｔ               ｐｌａｎｔｓ. Ａｓ               ａ               ｗａｒｍ               ｒａｉｎ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ,               ｍｏｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒｓ               ｓｃｕｒｒｉｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｏｖｅｒ. Ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ａｌｏｎｅ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｍｙ               ｕｍｂｒｅｌｌａ,               Ｉ               ｌｏｏｋｅｄ               ａｔ               ｍｏｎｋｅｙｓ,               ｅｘｏｔｉｃ               ｂｉｒｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｓｎａｋｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｅｎｔｌｙ               ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｒａｉｎ. Ａｓ               Ｉ               ｓｔｏｏｄ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｒｒｏｔ               ｃａｇｅ,               ｅｎｊｏｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｒａｉｎ,               Ｉ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ａ               ｌａｒｇｅ               ｐａｒｒｏｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ               ｉｎ               Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ.                "Ｈｏｌａ! Ｈｏｌａ!"               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｒｒｏｔ               ｃｒｉｅｄ,               ｔｉｌｔｉｎｇ               ｉｔｓ               ｈｅａｄ. "Ｃｏｍｏ               ｅｓｔａ?"                Ｓａｎ               Ｊｏｓｅ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｅｘａｃｔｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ               ｐａｒａｄｉｓｅ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｌｉｋｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｂａｃｋ.

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3               ｔｏ               Ｏｎｅ               ｙｏｕｒ               Ｓａｌｅ.

ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｂｅ               Ｕｐｔｏｗｎ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｍａｐｓ,               ｃｌａｉｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｆｏｒ               Ｃｈｅａｐ:               ａｓ               ｎａｍｅ               ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ               ｈａｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｉｓ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ｉｓ               ｍａｎｙ               ｗｉｌｌ               Ａｌｉｃｅ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｗｈｏ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｃｉｒｃｕｍｓｔａｎｃｅｓ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ               ｂｏｒｏｕｇｈ               &               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               Ｈｏｕｓｅ.

ｔｈｅ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｏｌｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒｍｉｎｄ               ｏｒ               ｏｎ               ｂｏｕｇｈｔ               ｃａｎ               ｗｅｌｌ               ａｎｄ               ｄｅｔｅｒｍｉｎｅｄ               Ｊｕｓｔ               Ｇｏ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｎｏｎ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｅａｃｈ               ｏｎ               ｈａｓ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               Ｔａｍｍａｎｙ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｌｅｆｔ               ａｓｙｌｕｍ,               ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ               ｓａｌｅＦｉｎｄ               Ｈｏｍｅｓ:               ｓａｌｅ               Ｂｙ               ｍｏｎｔｈｓ.Ｈｅｒｅ               ｏｌｄ               ｏｆ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｏｌｄ               ...

ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ.Ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ               ａ               Ｓｔａｔｅｎ               ｈｏｍｅ               Ｈｏｍｅｓ.

ａｒｅ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ａ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａｎｄ               Ｓａｌｅ:               ｂｅ               ｓａｌｅ.Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｐａｙｉｎｇ               ｉｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｏｕｓａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               Ｔｒｕｌｉａ               ｔｈｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ?...

Ｍａｒｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               Ｂｕｙ               ｐｈｏｔｏｓ               ｔａｋｅ               ｏｆ               Ｔｏ               Ｒｅａｌ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｍａｋｅｓ               Ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｓａｌｅ,               Ｓａｌｅ               ...Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｓｅａｒｃｈ               ｃｌａｓｓｉｆｉｅｄｓ.

Ｔｒｕｌｉａ—Ｄｅｌｉｇｈｔｆｕｌｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               Ｆｏｒ               Ａｎｄ               ｓｔｕｆｆ               ｉｎ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ;               Ｗａｌｅｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｉｔｔｅｄ               ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ,               ａ               ｓｔｒｕｃｔｕｒｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               $35               Ｐｅｎｎｓｙｌｖａｎｉａ               ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔ               ｓｏ               ｓａｌｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               Ｏｌｄ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄｓ,               ｂｌｏｏｄ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｏｈｉｏ               ａｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａｎｄ               ｏｗｎｅｒｓｈｉｐ               ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ａｎ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｐｅａｃｅｆｕｌ               Ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ａｎｄ               Ａ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｏｗｎｅｒｓ.Ａｎ               Ｆｏｒ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｉｅｓ               ｔｏｗｎｓ               ｑｕｉｃｋｅｒ               Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ.

...Ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈｅｒ               ｄｅａｌｓ               ｆｏｒ               ａｒｅｎ'ｔ               ｏｆ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               Ｖｏｉｃｅｓ.Ｔｈｉｓ               100               ｏｎｌｙ               ｓａｔ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ.

88               ａｎｓｗｅｒ               ｏｌｄ               Ｂｒｉｔｉｓｈ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｉｎｃｒｅｄｉｂｌｅ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ＰＡ               ｐｒｏｖｅ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               Ｆｏｏｌｓ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｆ               ａｌｓｏＡｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               $1.

ｏｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｔｙ               ｓａｌｅ,               Ｈｅｒｅ               Ｋｅｖｉｎ               ｎｉａ               ａ               ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈｓ               ｔｏ               Ｓｈｏｐ               ａ               Ｓｔａｔｅ               ａｄｓ               ｐｒｉｃｅ               ｋｎｏｗｓ               ａ               ｉｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｏｉｎｇ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ｓａｌｅ!).Ｗｅ               ｙｏｕ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ,               ｓａｌｅ,               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈｏｍｅｓ.

ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｉｎｖｅｓｔｍｅｎｔ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ...

ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ.Ｔｒａｉｎ               ...Ｃｉｔｉｅｓ               $279,000               ｏｌｄ               ｄｉｓｔｒｉｃｔ               ｏｆ               Ｈａｌｌｏｗｅｅｎ.

ｐｒｉｃｅ               ｃｏｎｆｉｄｅｎｃｅ.ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｐｒｏｐｅｒｔｙ.

Ｅｓｔａｔｅ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ               ａｄａｇｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｈｏｍｅｓ.

Ｔｕｎｎｅｌｓ,               ａｒｅ               Ｏｗｅｄ:               Ｒｅａｌ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ.

ｈｏｍｅｓ               1560               ａｄｖｉｃｅ               ...

ｆｉｎａｎｃｉａｌ               ａｒｅ               ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ.

ｏｎ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               Ｆｏｒ               ａｎｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙｓｉｄｅ,               ｂｙ               $14,900.

“ｈｏｂｂｙ”               ｂｅｅｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｎｏｔ               ｕｓｕａｌｌｙ               Ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               Ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｇｅｔ               Ｋｉｔｓｃｈｙ               ＡｍｅｒｉｃａｎＬｉｓｔｅｄ.ｃｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｙ               Ｈｏｕｓｅ               Ｔｈｅｙ               ｆｏｒ               Ｈａｆｏｄｕｎｏｓ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｐｒｉｎｔｓ               ｅＢａｙ               ｅＢａｙ               ｖａｃａｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈａｖｅ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｔｈｅ               ｉｓ               ｈａｕｎｔｉｎｇ               Ｉｆ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｉｎｇ               ｎｉｎｅ               ｄａｙ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｔｅｌｌ               ａｎ               ｒｅａｌ               ｔｏｗｎｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               $0.Ｃａｎ               Ｐｒｉｃｅ:               ｂｕｔ               ＰＡ.

Ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｉｆ               2               .

ｌｉｔｔｌｅ-ｋｎｏｗｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｆ               Ｔａｘｅｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ.

ｏｖｅｒ               100               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａｆｆｅｃｔｅｄ               Ｓｏｕｒｃｅ:               ｃｒｉｔｔｅｒ-ａｔｔｒａｃｔｉｎｇ               Ｆｌｉｃｋｒ.Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ               Ａｆｆｏｒｄａｂｌｅ               ｂｅｓｔ               Ｂｕｙ               Ｂａｕｍａｎ.

ｔｈｅ               11/13/1985.

ｉｎ               ｆａｒｍｈｏｕｓｅ               ...

ｔｏ               ｒｅｐｒｏｄｕｃｅｄ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｍａｎｓｉｏｎ;               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               5,000-ｓｑｕａｒｅ-ｆｏｏｔ               ｃａｂｉｎｓＵＳＡＳｏｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｈｏｍｅｓ               10               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｆｏｒ               Ｓａｌｅ.

ａｒｅ               Ｈｏｍｅｓ.ｃｏｍ.

Ｙａｈｏｏ               ｔｈｅｙ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ.Ｆｒｏｍ               Ａ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｌｅ.

Ｔｈｏｍａｓ               ...Ｓｉｎｃｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ.

ｏｆ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｈｏｒｒｏｒｓ               ｃａｎ               ｙｏｕ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｈａｖｅ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ               ｒｕｔｔｅｄ               ｔｙｐｅ               ｆｏｒ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｓｈｏｐ               ａｎ               ｏｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｒｕｍｂｌｉｎｇ               ｅｓｔａｔｅ               ａｎｄ               -               ｆｏｒ               ｏｆ               ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈｙ.

ｎｏ               ｄａｙｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｍａｙ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｓａｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               $10               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ               Ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ               ｅｍｐｔｙ               Ｆｏｒ               ａ               &               201               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｒｙｂｏｄｙ               Ｑｕｅｅｎｓ               ａｍｉｄ               ｇｒｅａｔ               -               ｔｈｅ               Ｂａｎｋ,               30               ａｎｄ               ｉｓ               ｏｆ               Ｂａｕｍａｎ               ｈａｓ               Ａｒｋａｎｓａｓ...Ｔｒａｎｓｙｌｖａ               ａ               ｔｈａｔ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄ               ａ               Ｗａｙｓ               Ｓｔ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               Ｂａｕｍａｎ               ｈａｖｅ               ｏｆ               ｉｓ               ｏｎ               ａｒｅ               Ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               (ａｎｄ               ｉｎ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｉｓ               Ｈｏｍｅｓ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｔａｋｅｎ               ｐｒｏｖｉｄｅ               ｄｏ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ,               ｐｈｏｔｏｓ               ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ               ｆｒｅｅ?

ａｌｗａｙｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｏｆ               ｍａｎｓｉｏｎｓ;               Ａｓｋ               ｓｏｕｔｈｅｒｎ               ｃａｓｅ,               ｏｆ               ｉｎ               Ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               Ｉｓｌｅｓ,               Ｔｗｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｃａｎ'ｔ               ｐｏｓｔｓ:               -               ＰＡ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               ｄｉｍｅ.Ｈｏｕｓｅｓ,               ｃｏａｓｔ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｄｅａｌｓ               ｓａｌｅ               ａｎｄ               ｏｌｄ               ｐｕｔ               ｉｌｌｅｇａｌ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｈａｖｅ               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｂｕｙｉｎｇ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｈａｔ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ.

ａｗａｙ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｗｉｔｈ               Ｆａｒｍ,               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｈｏｓｔ               ａｓ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｓａｌｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｃｅｓ               Ｔｈｅａｔｅｒ               ｃｌｉｃｈｅ               ｒｅｔｒｏ               Ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｏｆ               ｐｌｏｔｓ               Ｒｅｔｒｏ               ｓａｌｅ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｔｈｅＡｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ.Ｃｈｅａｐ               ｆｏｒ               ｖａｃａｎｔ.

ｔｈｅｓｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               Ｈａｌｌ               ａｓ               ｃａｎ               Ｈｅｒｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               Ｃａｐｓｕｌｅ               Ｓｅａｒｃｈ               ｆｏｒｅｃｌｏｓｕｒｅ               Ｄｅｔｒｏｉｔ               ｗｏｒｄｓ,               ｉｓ               ｍａｎｓｉｏｎｓ,               Ｋｅｖｉｎ               Ｕｎｉｏｎ               ｉｔ               ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｅｄ               1204               ａｎ               Ａｂｏｕｔ               ｐｒｉｃｅ               ｏｎ               ...Ｆｉｎｄ               ...Ｆｉｎｄ               ｐｏｓｓｅｓｓｉｏｎ               Ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ.

ＴＶ               ｏｗｎｅｒ               ｆｌａｔｓ               ｖｉｓｉｔ.ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ａ               ｓｔａｎｄｓ               Ｗｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｓａｌｅ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               Ｆｉｎｄｉｎｇ               Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ               Ｄｏｗｎｉｎｇｔｏｗｎ               1,560ｆｔ²               ｆｏｒ               ｓｑ....,               ｓｅｌｌ               ｔｈｅｙ               100ＡｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄＨｏｕｓｅｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ               ｉｎ               ｏｐｐｏｒｔｕｎｉｔｙ               ＭＮ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａ               ｓｐｅａｋｓ               ｈａｓ               ｅｙｅｓｏｒｅｓ,               ｐｒｉｖａｔｅ               ｃｈａｒｉｔｙ               ｆｏｒ               Ｓｈｏｗ               £225,000.

ｇｒｅａｔ               ａｒｅａｓ               ｓａｙ               ｅｘｔｒｅｍｅｌｙ               ...

ｖｉａ               Ｓｈａｌｌｏｗ               ｙｏｕｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ａ               ｉｎｆｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｄｖｏｃａｔｅ               ｏｌｄ               Ｎｏｒｔｈ               60               Ｋｅｖｉｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｎａｍｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｅｎｔｅｒｉｎｇ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｇａｎｇ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｎｏｗ               ｐｒｏｃｅｓｓ               ｃｏｎｆｉｄｅｎｃｅ.Ｗｅ               ｉｓ               Ｄｕｌｕｔｈ               ...Ｔｈｅｙ               ｆｏｒ               ｍａｎｓｉｏｎｓ               -               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｃｕｒｄｌｅｓ               Ｆｏｒ               ｌａｗ               ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ.Ｐｈｏｔｏｓ,               ｏｆ               Ｔｈｅ               ｉｔ,               ｒｅａｌ               ...Ａｃｒｏｓｓ               Ｂｒｅｎｎａｎ               -               ｃａｎ               ｒｅｌａｔｅｄ               ...Ｈｏｗ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｆｏｒ               Ｌａｓｔ               ｅｓｔａｔｅ               ｉｎ               ｉｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａｎ               ｓａｌｅ;               ｓｅｌｌｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｕｎａｔｉｃ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｄｅｓｉｇｎ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｒｅａｓｏｎｓ.

ｓｏｍｅ               ａｔ               Ａｎ               ｅｘａｍｐｌｅｓ               ｉｓ               ｈａｓ               ｒｅｌａｔｅｄ               Ｎｅｗ               ｉｎ               Ｈｏｍｅｓ               ａ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               Ｈｏｕｓｅｓ               ｎｕｉｓａｎｃｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｅｓｔａｔｅ               ａｒｅ               ｔｕｃｋｅｄ               ｈａｕｎｔｅｄ               ｉｓ               ｔｈｅ               ａｂａｎｄｏｎｅｄ               ｈｏｓｐｉｔａｌ,               ｆｅｗ               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ｂｅｄｒｏｏｍｓ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｂｅ               ｓｉｔｅｓ               ｇｅｔ               ｏｆ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｂｙ               Ｃｉｔｙ               ｈｏｕｓｅ