Last night I kept waking up to the howls of dog-packs. This morning there was a shower-water deficit so I had to go talk to Cristobal [how do you make accents over “o’s”?], the hotel guy. I wasn’t sufficiently awake: “I give water cold, but coffee? Boat change time?” At the hotel restaurant I ordered the breakfast Maria had told me about: blue corn pancakes with macadamia syrup. A cigarette-smoking, flat-butted, grey-ponytailed Santa passed by, […]
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