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... got their hands dirty helping with our tire project. Well, one helped--the other two stood around "guarding" us. Not a soul would have bothered these gringos.
Altogether it was off and on that. quick.
I joked with them about my poor Spanish and their awful English and we were all laughing and having a great time. We brought out snacks and gave them wipes for their dirty hands and the bill? $4.50 US. And this for ...
... lay low and leave the next day but some of the kids staying at the hostel came back and informed me that there was a bull fight @4. I have never been to one and, though I don't really love the idea of it, I was intrigued and went. There were 5 of us from the hostel that went but only 4 of us stayed for the whole thing. One of the best bullfighters from Spain was there and there was also a ...
... now. Hi Mel! :) We spend the afternoon catching up with Mel and Matteo on the past few days' events, hang out at the pool, and go out for a celebratory dinner. To cap off the evening, we go to the local skate park where Matteo entertains the rest of us with his skater boy skills. The atmosphere must be contagious because as we are about to depart, Yannick and Mel start popping wheelies and stoppies -- not too bad for "old" guys ...
... herself without even a second thought. I prayed that God bless her abundantly for her kindness.
We continued walking and stopped at a placita, these are small parks with benches usually located in the center of any small town or several of them in large towns, were people gather and sit and watch people go by, or meet and greet the neighbors. There was an older man selling fresh ice cold coconuts, we bought one and drank the juice in it, so cold and fresh ...
... bites (the clams were spectacular despite all else). Time to take stock of the situation. I`m sweating like a puta en la iglesia (ask your spanish speaking friends), I`ve lost me appetite for seafood, and everything from my ankle to the danglers hurts.
I actually end up finishing a fair amount of the food and ask for my check. When I stand up I notice I`m about 10 beers worth of tipsy and figure I`d best get horizontal and under a fan. ...