Home Sweet Home
Lunch at Casa Cleo y John was again superb. Fish, salad, black beans vegetables and visitors. The two visitors were ladies from the Dominican Republic and were about as lively a pair as you could imagine. I have no idea what they were going on about, but a good time was had by all. Over to Marisol's.
Done deal. It's a big house. Three bedrooms, covered carport, nice private back yard, an office I can use, bookshelves and a maid. Three hundred bucks, which I was told was almost a hundred too much, but, el fumar no problemo, which to me is worth its weight in oro. The mistress of the house is quite a handsome woman, Marisol, and speaks enough English to get along with, though she would prefer speaking Spanish, which suits me as well.
John and the girls and I walked home while Cleo went back to the beauty shop. Along the way we were accosted by a homeless guy, who wouldn't stop following us until we stopped in a clothing store where the guards chased him away. The girls picked out a shirt for me and they made off with some new pantalones. John got some baggy skater shorts.
Back at the ranch I showed the girls some pictures from my toy days and they are insisting that I provide them with a Power Ranger helmet. They demonstrated the Ranger dance (or whatever it is the Rangers do) and took off on their cyclos. It's kick back time now, John is watching a French situation comedy and I think I'll check the email and post. Hasta.
