just another day knocking around in Manta. dad keeps letting me know that if we spoke spanish it would be so much better. i´m remembering more and more, but i´m butchering the language for sure. we had an adventure in the SuperMAXI, which dad laughs because its what a prison is in the states. either way, the place could have been named Ralphs or Vons, it was exactly the same with the same brands and prices. after a 60$ shopping spree, we took another taxi home. i love a dollar taxi by the way.
i only remembered that i didn´t buy any salt pepper or spices after i start cooking so i coaxed dad into going down and using more hand puppets to ask the hotel staff for some extra contraband condiments. after some finagling of what "to go" means, he was sucessful.
dinner was delicious. we have figured out how to snake free coffee and the staff knows us by name. dads favorite is a girl named Paola who is a little easy on the eyes.
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