Last month I had the audacity to suggest that construction around the San Jose Airport would somehow benefit this hotel. How silly of me. Cute, glib words that made light of the mess you have to face just when you are most ready for your travels to be over. I forgot that we, too, the local inhabitants, would get stuck in the chaos. I’m sorry for teasing you about the agony that awaits your arrival. I failed to recognize that it would be our shared pain. Work will continue at least until the fall. We can survive it, I’m sure.