I got off to a bad start Monday - lost bag at the airport and lost me at the train station and running on 2 hours of sleep. Might have had a small breakdown at airport following a taxi driver's refusal to take my card, but I'm chalking that up to the sleep-deprivation. I explored my neighborhood yesterday; everything is within a 5-minute walk. No need for giant SUVs in Europe! I live with a couple who actually just moved in the apartment last week. They speak OK english and I speak OK spanish, so we meet in the middle somewhere between "WiFi" and "WeeFee". Victor likes to cook when he and Arlen get home at 10:00. I said I would try anything, so I had to eat "el pulpo" last night. Not so bad if you don't think about it.
I took the bus to the downtown area today to buy a laptop adapter and see the sights. I had some cafe con leche and tortilla sin cebolla at a small cafe at la Plaza del Pilar and attempted to talk to the guy working there. Too bad the only english phrases he knows are "my name is" and "which liquor?". I said "esperare' por tu" and apparently he heard "espiritu." I guess ordering a "spirit" at noon is the norm around here.
My room smells like spilled hair products, necesito aire fresco!
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