Hanging With Dave Part 2

After having a batida and catching up at little diner near the hotel, Dave and I went to the monumento, a decidedly phalic monument erected by Trujillo on a hill in the middle of town that affords panoramic vistas in every direction. After climbing the hill in the blazing sun, we were refreshed to find a nice draft in the entryway to the monument's lobby where we sat on the stone floor in the shade.

Sitting around at a kukau (cook-out): Milkin, Antonia, Merelis, Flor)

I was pleased to get to hear some of Dave's back story, since he had seemed like an interesting person, yet was someone with whom I hadn't yet spent much time. After perhaps a couple of hours of discussing careers and relationships while school children ambled in and out, we descended the the hill and went down an inviting-looking street in search of lunch. Lunch came in the form of a excellent and cheap chicken joint with three-item menu. We ate quite well for the equivalent of about US$2.70 each.

The cat is pregnant. She's about to pop.

Next stop was an enormous grocery store called La Nacional that felt like someplace you would go in the United States. Having no plans or expectations about how to spend our time, we wound up hanging out upstairs near the bathrooms and messing around on the web for half an hour and taking turns sharing photos (of which Dave has an impressive collection). After a breif tiramisu interlude we decided to head to Moca.