Of course I'm dead tired and can't enjoy it.
I spent an hour circling on foot in the neighborhood around my hotel. I got lost twice, righted myself, and can no longer be startled by this neighborhood. There's a Duncan Donuts within a block of me. I'm fucked.
Despite the signs trying to promote the "native" language, everyone speaks Castillian Spanish enough for me to obtain most of what I need. They do all keep trying to speak English but I'm having none of it. "Una mas Stolinichya por favor," I say.
I wrote a lot of postcards. Tomorrow I'll find out where they go.