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| I stayed for a few weeks in a "hostal," an ancient house down a narrow walkway just within the ancient city center. After having looked around for an apartment, and having found none, I decided to leave town. I passed by my favorite café to say goodbye.
While I was there, a guy came in to ask if he could post a flyer advertising rooms. The owner of the café pointed him toward me, and I got an apartment. I lived there until June.
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"You should effort yourself to learn some Spanish."...
A shabbily-dressed man came in off the street, carrying a guitar....
...mentiroso, prostituto, traficante....
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The hot water and the stovetop were run on butane canisters that had to be delivered....
"Gross," the American girl said....
We came upon a minuscule bar. Six people inside, the place was packed....
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It's very early....
Popular with tourists; more so with the locals....
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