The Stinky Day

Day three has arrived, after which both house guests and fish begin to stink--just ask Benjamin Franklin. Most of we (Daniel not included) did not leave this apartment until 12:00 noon. We spent our afternoon today eating lunch at a Mexican restaurant called El Rodeo. One of the highlights of the meal was trying to figure out the Jerry Springer-type show that was being broadcast in Spanish. It was way similar to what we see on Geraldo or Montel or something like that. We think it may have been that the teenaged/young adults on the show were rebelling against their parents. We weren't sure. We did manage to translate one caption, where a girl was saying, "Rufus (or whatever his name was) is not my father, and I have nothing but loathing for him." I think we got that one right. We didn't understand any of the other captions. Oh, yeah, the food was really good too. We ate all of it. Ann left a pile of greasy cheese on her plate and tried to tempt the rest of us with it, but we were really nearly full by then. We still had room for dessert, though. Flan, three-milk cake, and ice cream on a fried tortilla thingy. Good stuff. Oh, nearly forgot--Ann had a Malta drink. I thought it might be a root-beer thing, but it was more like carbonated molasses. Nobody wanted to share it or finish it off for her.

After that we spent some quality time buying toenail polish, face cleanser, a new camp chair (hers died), and groceries at Wal-Mart. Then we came home to read and nap some more. Not our typical vacation, but okay.

Love to all, and God bless.