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We dropped off our luggage, then headed down the road for dinner at a local Mexican-style restaurant. The journey was maybe two-tenths of a mile, but because of the drizzle and the roads, it still took us about ten minutes by car. The restaurant, DeLucia's, looked brand new. It was completely built out of cedar, and very cozy. The real kicker though, was the menu: a "live" menu. The waiter showed us a platter of foods, and explained — in English, of course — each of the different cuts of steak, chicken, or fish we could order.
The whole English-speaking thing throws me for a loop. I know that the country is heavily into American tourism, but so far, this country seems more bilingual than Belize. I can't tell if I should continue trying to butcher their language or not. Kim likes the fact that everyone around here speaks English, and Erin and I have to admit that it's a little more comforting, but I hesitate to like it too much because it's giving us some bad habits. We're starting to forget to speak in Spanish, and every once in a while, in a grocery store or on the street, we'll get a confused look from someone, as though we'd just said "green dog from happy your is tractor".
A couple of hours and a bottle of wine later, we were fully sated, and headed back to our room. Once we hit those orthopedic mattresses, the pains of those bumpy roads just wafted away. It was hell getting here, but it seemed like heaven at the other end.
Now if only it would stop raining so we could actually see something.
-- Keith
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