Coming Home

I don't have to worry about Kristin being sick anymore, because she's coming home. She'll be back the USA, land of the mostly microbe free drinking water and reliable medical care. I shall be much relieved when get to see her away from the vastly unpleasant El Salvador.

I tried to call her several times tonight. I got through the first time fine, but when I called back the front desk guy wouldn't patch me through. I have no idea why he wouldn't patch me through because he didn't speak English, and I don't speak Spanish. So I would slowly ask for "sitio dos diez por favor." (Thanks to Babelfish) Then he would say something very fast and full of Spanish. Then I would say, "okay por favor" and hang up. It was only after I'd called 3 times over the course of about a half hour that I realized I was saying, "okay please." After the third call, I waited an hour in hopes that the line would become un-busy, or that someone else would start answering the phone. When I did call back it was the same guy, but I got through fine. Although he almost faked me out by saying something that had the word "no" in it. He was probably telling me never to attempt Spanish again.