We made our way to Los Desiertos de Leones. I have been there once before, but I went to the wrong area. Muriel knew of a hiking trail which was off the beaten path, and which lead to a little refugio where an old lady and her blind husband made food. Her wood log shanty held great smells, and her old teracatta pots were scorched with age. I had two tacos with chorizo and ongos. They were quite delactable. At some points through the woods, the wind kicked
I got home around 4, and walked to order a pizza. I had built up this event as a scary one. I often times over analyze my cultural role as a foriegner, and well I assume, that in the non-touristy parts, they have an aversion to my bad Spanish an
Today, I have done little, and it has felt great. I finished watching "Fargo", and I just finished watching "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels". I talked to my mom on Skype. I took Flow to the farmer's market, and I got a whole bunch of goodness for under $10: a bundle of bananas, a head of brocoli, 4 mangos, 4 avacados, 1/2 kilo of chopped mixed veggies, 4 carrots, and a bottle of fresh squeezed mandarin juice. TASTY!
Now, after the pics upload, I am going to head to the park. Then maybe a coffee, a little supermarket action, and then home again. And then, and then, and then--well, school tomorrow.
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