I mean, if we were back on Waldron, Bob might still get the chance to watch the game at someone´s house, but it wouldn´t be poolside in the banana tree breezes. But there he is, over in the shade with a half-dozen other mesmerized souls, happily watching the starting lineup (with Amer¡can network commentary), and explaining the rules of American football to a few Aussies. They´ll all be hypnotized for hours.
This hostal has a cooler full of beer and sodas, and you have only to walk over and take whatever you want, adding the drink to your room tab. It´s been a lazy day for us, mostly just reading and hanging out. I did go back to the main market, buying some local honey and cocoa beans and a white lace vendors´apron, and some fresh tortillas for a late night snack. I also bought a fruit which looks like a hairless kiwi on the outside, and tastes like caramelized figs on the inside.
Sometimes the downtimes are really nice: trading books with other guests, tumbling in and out of the swimming pool, lazily contemplating all the cultural adventures we´ll dive back into tomorrow. A young woman floating on an air mattress next to me in the pool turns out to know my daughter Sarah, because they both work in the Willamette Valley wine community. Another guest teaches me how to make Skype phone calls, and the world gets even smaller.
It´s all about the Super Bowl
I mean, if we were back on Waldron, Bob might still get the chance to watch the game at someone´s house, but it wouldn´t be poolside in the banana tree breezes. But there he is, over in the shade with a half-dozen other mesmerized souls, happily watching the starting lineup (with Amer¡can network commentary), and explaining the rules of American football to a few Aussies. They´ll all be hypnotized for hours.
This hostal has a cooler full of beer and sodas, and you have only to walk over and take whatever you want, adding the drink to your room tab. It´s been a lazy day for us, mostly just reading and hanging out. I did go back to the main market, buying some local honey and cocoa beans and a white lace vendors´apron, and some fresh tortillas for a late night snack. I also bought a fruit which looks like a hairless kiwi on the outside, and tastes like caramelized figs on the inside.
Sometimes the downtimes are really nice: trading books with other guests, tumbling in and out of the swimming pool, lazily contemplating all the cultural adventures we´ll dive back into tomorrow. A young woman floating on an air mattress next to me in the pool turns out to know my daughter Sarah, because they both work in the Willamette Valley wine community. Another guest teaches me how to make Skype phone calls, and the world gets even smaller.