Day 10

Today was Pepe's last night in the residence. Apparently he goes home to a beautiful house on the coast of Northern Africa. I haven't seen pictures, but from what I've been told, it sounds beautiful. We were going to go out to the Sand Bar, but there were too many people and we didn't feel like waiting, so we decided to just buy some Sangria and head back to the house.

The house is officially going to be void of native influence, which kind of makes me sad because it was more of an experience to be in a situation that (kind of) forced us to speak Spanish. We technically spoke English most of the time, but now it's probable that we won't speak any Spanish at all.

As a tribute to my coworker who requested I bring her home Spanish men, I asked Pepe and his friend to pose for a picture in her honor. Hopefully this will suffice because I'm afraid Spanish men (or any men for that matter) are too large to fit in my suitcase.