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... long colourful beak. I'd say this room was the highlight I'm afraid to say, I was feeling good about the aquarium, even though there were people, mostly kids everywhere, the start of Latin Americas best aquarium was pretty good. Then we got into the fish section, I'm not sure if its because I have been to both Melbourne and Sydney aquariums and they are really good ones, but we were pretty underwhelmed by the rest of the aquarium. Don't get me wrong they had plenty ...
... Bought more provisions for my trip; unexpectedly Angeles paid for everything and refused to accept my payment!
After enjoying lunch prepared by Angeles, I just napped and wrote rest of the afternoon. It's too hot to go anywhere!
Veracruz Festiver. We all went out this evening, back to the zocalo for more live bands and dancing. Angeles has really got the ...
... an English language book in Tecolutla was practically nil. I could watch television without understanding it--that sounded like fun. Meander around town in the heat? Exercise?
I’d been in training for an eighty mile backpacking trip later in the summer, and had hurt my knees in late May. After a month of inactivity, they were finally feeling OK again. I wanted to exercise, but every time I considered running or jumping jacks or mountain climbers in ...
... the fact that I had no business being there at all. Or that Aurora was there and was whispering to her friends and surreptitiously pointing at me.
The whole thing was over in fifteen minutes, and we stood around another fifteen while Luis and Fernando discussed our next steps. It was decided that Estela would help Scott and I with banking matters and everyone else would wait for us in a cafe down the street.
... quickly down the street.
How many other people felt as he did? As I passed frowning faces on my way to the town square, I couldn’t help but imagine that they were in agreement with the angry, knife-wielding man, who, I verified once again, was not skulking along behind me. Despite the growing heat of the morning, I felt cold inside.
On the corner of a building on the square, just as I remembered it, was a sign for a ...