Today is my day of rest. My knee is a little sore, but I think the weather was changing. It suddenly got cold and rainy. I have taken in 6 days of Spanish in 4 hour chunks, my brain hurts and we are getting ready to leave. So I hung out at the hostal after Spanish and chatted with some people.
In the evening somehow I became a translator for the hostal family and a guy claiming he had paid his bill. I am not the person who should be in the middle of this battle. Surely there had to be someone else who spoke English and Spanish. Nope! i was apparently it. That is a sad state. So, I tried my best to translate while they fought with each other. it was a difficult posission to be in. I believe the hostal family. The guy did many things that I didn´t believe and he kept changing his story. But I was strictly translating.
It was a very low key day with spanish movies and trying to label some of my pictures from inside. A day of rest with no paranoia about being on the streets. Just sitting and talking with people. uneventful, yet interesting.
02/15/08
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