My Head Hurts and I am Tired

I´ve just returned from the second day of Spanish class. It went well, though my interest in the language started to wane after the second hour. Our class begins, what would normally be a reasonable hour of 9:00. Though, the town we currently reside comes alive in the evening.
Aware of the evening distractions, two nights ago, I positioned myself for sedateness, and attend an evening screening of Oliver Twist (directed by Roman Polanski). After the movie, I leaned over to ask my next seat neighbor what she thought of the film. ¨Habla ingleise¨, was how the conversation started and after about an hour of talking and then walking back to the town center ¨aqui, 9:00, mañana. The next evening -dreading the thought of having to stay up late and then get up early to attend Spanish class- I met my Italian friend. Her name is Barbara.

We initially headed to a place called Buddhas Cafe, where the atmosphere is almost as eccentric as the name. Strewn from ceiling to ceiling and wall to wall, are vibrant colored tapestries. The seating consists of Mafia style chairs surrounded by rectangled tables and soft cushy sofas. Unfortunately, our arrival was greeted by a sign that read ¨Cerrado¨, closed.

Our next option, though not as nice, was El Barrio. Son and I ended up at this joint the very first night we arrived to Lago Atilan (Another story that I will publish into the blog later). El Barrios was open, so we sat.

...The part I´ve neglected through the story thus far is that this woman speaks no English; solo Italiano y español...

Well, my time has just about run out. I will need to continue the rest of the story in another chapter of the blog. Until then...