Puerto Limon receives a group of friends from Holland who looks for their course through South America. They meets a Swedish that invites them to a BBQ in the patio. Travel broaden your mind. The Turkish invites some drinks at the hostel´s bar. You can sleep when you´re dead. In the morning, after the breakfast, the American looks for accomplices for a ride by bicycle to the city of the tango. What are you waiting for? It gets dark in hostel, the Italian watches Amélie film, while the English writes a e-mail on his laptop. Turn off your mind. The Spaniards come down from Ecuador and they are staying in a private bathroom room. You don´t take nothing with you but your soul. Sunday arrives and all go away to the “Plaza Dorrego” 2 blocks away from here, to see the craftsmen. 50 travelers together, Bob Marley is singing, and all histories are crossed. Are you one of them? This is Puerto Limon. Smile, please.