Up around 9am, I stumbled through breakfast and my ritualistic face washing. Adam, on the other hand, had to go the airport at 7am to pick up some more incoming American volunteers. After laying around, Bradford kindly gave me two Bayer (extra strength), and I got myself up to hang around the albuergue and its inhabitants one last time. I said a few sad goodbyes, told the locals that I’ll see them again there Cuzco, told the Spaniards that I’ll see them again in el País Vasco, and got to the airport an hour before my hour-long flight is set to take off. I leave on Tuesday.
I leave tonight.
NEW SKIT: "COCAINE!"
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