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Let me catch you up:
We left Marlene's to head here, after another less long drive we made it, and discovered that there was no food. So we went to Winn Dixie. Normal, right?
But I got a huge culture shock. Everything there was in Spanish. Even the conversation the ladies behind the counter were having about us. I resisted, and ended up only taking one picture, still looking like a very very naive tourist.
We bought guava pastries, which tasted amazing. I slept on the couch.
This morning we went to a drug store diner straight out of Andy Griffith. The food was awesome, very normal, but awesome. We stopped at a few places, including my parents' old houses, not of which were as exotic as Winn Dixie had turned out to be, then came back here where I updated my blog. All along this time, I've been keeping a travel journal in my cell phone that I'll probably have to turn into my ninth grade report.
And there it is