Puerto Illusiones
The gate attendants had called three times for Patsy Wikowski when Irene spotted a woman staggering on heels, porters running alongside who seemed to be keeping her upright. “She’s here!” Irene pointed to the woman with shoulder-length blond hair and long legs in pegged jeans. “Really, you won’t take my bags on board! Look.” The woman pulled the blond hair… Read more →