After dinner I went with my family
to a friend’s house that was along the same road but much closer to the beach
and closer to the most expensive hotel on Isabela, where my Mom worked called
Iguana Crossing. The house was quite large or perhaps just appeared to be
excessively large because the 2 bedroom and one bathroom was the perfect size
and I got to see my family more often, without having to wander through a big
house to figure out where they were.
We got a tour and saw the 3 bedrooms,
2 bathrooms and laundry room with electrical wires that were sparking. The presence
of sparks did not appear to phase my family and I was under the impression that
this was not a big deal. In the main room, I saw the first real couch since
arriving in the Galapagos. We all sat down and watched one of the two channels
that Puerto Villamil gets. A novella was on that challenges the ridiculous soap
operas that are shown back in the States.
After hanging out for a while we
walked home and my Mom told me something in Spanish that I did not understand,
unfortunately at this point the lack of understanding was not uncommon. At
first I thought my Mom told me that I was going to move into this house with
the family living there now, which had me quite worried. So I asked her to
repeat herself. After the second explanation, I thought she said that all of us
were moving into this house with the family. Obviously I didn’t know what to
think and after asking my Mom to repeat what she said once, I didn’t want to
ask again. I just dropped it, hoping that I had misunderstood both times.
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