Blending in
After taking a "nap" that lasted nearly 5 hours, I decided to take a stroll through the area surrounding my hostel and see if I could get something to eat. Since it was dark and I was alone I thought that trying to blend in might be wise so I ditched the camera, water-bottle, map and umbrella. I think I managed to pull it off quite well because a couple of locals actually asked me for directions! My dark skin gives me a very working-class look here and without the obvious trappings of a tourist to give me away, nobody pays me a second glance. Of course, the charade falls apart the moment I open my mouth because, although nearly everybody here does speak English, they speak it differently than I do. In fact, it seems as though there are actually three or four different dialects of English spoken within the same city, depending on the ethnicity of the speaker. Still, it beats trying to grapple with Spanish.
