We get into a traditional stone and mortar mexican house, and through a doorway covered by a blanket into an oasis of AC. Rom´s sister and mom meet us, and give me the royal treatment having known me for about 1 minute. his promise was true. we talk for about an hour in spanish using about the 50 or so words and phrases i knew to get around. my blue mexican spanish book became my bible. I joked I couldn´t speak spanish at night unless i had a light to check my book as necessary. Toilet has no seat, and shower is a square made out of concrete blocks. I was in heaven.
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