I stayed in a villagio run by an Italian family in the farming village of Potrero.
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The neighborhood |
Town square |
The world's most useless road sign. This sign ("Bridge in bad shape") replaced the sign near John Wayne Airport ("Low flying planes") at the bottom of my list. |
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Tough chick at the town plaza |
Hanging out after work. One sign of improving Spanish was that overheard conversations were beginning to open up. Walked past a group of men in hamocks with a woman shaking her fist: "You can't let your friends use my house! It's my house!" |
I love this house. |
The Villagio
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My room inside the compound |
Bedroom |
The roads aren't paved, but you can get gelato. |
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Villagio guard 7AM - 7PM |
Villagio guard 7PM - 7AM |
Technical career, anyone? |
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We got out! Cows blocking the schoolbus. Angry farmer chases them back with a stick. |
That night: Bomba! We got out again! Yuiyuiyui! |
Secret squirrel cow |
Sunset over Playa Potrero
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Sunset over Playa Potrero |
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