After Don Isaac, we are POOPED. We hostel shop for a bit, but return to the Procuradora, despite the chilly room and hard-as-a-board bed. Wade loves this place so, because of its awesome balcony, and when he suggests we just put the third mattress onto my bed, I can´t really argue.
I take a shower with hot water. Real hot water. Although I can´t turn it on any harder than a few drops, because then the heat will disperse and it will be a warm shower or a warmish shower.
We check out the Israeli place down the street, not the one we were supposed to do Shabbat at and bailed, but a different place. YUM ISRAELI FOOD. We get salat, chips, falafel, and malawach. It is so good, so Israeli, so not Peruvian. SADLY, the Israeli food throws our bottom systems for a loop, and we suffer for the rest of the day. Into the evening. Into our nap, during internet time, even while receiving offers of marijuana from strange sketchy cigarette sellers on the street.
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