I am tired. I just worked a string of 5 shifts. I started packing after the last one when I got home at 2am and my flight left 4 hours later at 6am. Barely made it. I hope I shut the stove off. I am picked up at the airport as promised by a friendly man named Alfonso. He is a taxi driver. He picks up some of his friends as well. He speaks only Spanish and speaks very rapidly. I am literally falling asleep in his car while he drives. One of the times when I wake up he informs me there has been a change of plans. I am to stay at Dr Ortiz´s mother´s apartment in San Jose. Apparently I am too tired to ride the bus for 6 hours as originally planned. Makes me wonder exactly what kind of bus this is.
Anyways I sleep the whole afternoon at her house, wake up, talk with her, then sleep the whole night as well.
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