I am pleased to say that I tolerated the walking today much better than yesterday. We have to keep moving because walking is the only way to get around town. The packed chicken buses really wears thin after a while. Sometimes it is cute when you share the same space as a small child with mom in tow. They are so cute and like to be friendly. We have to be careful interacting with children but if we are crammed cheek to cheek in a confined space there is not much danger of the child disappearing.
We attended Sunday Mass today after walking our 7 blocks which takes about 20 minutes (cobble stone takes some care to walk on as do broken sidewalks) -- great for a diabetic -- and we understood more than we have in the past. The church printed a one page missalet which made a big difference. I could actually follow the Spanish readings and since I had read them in English first I new what was being read. The homily is still a mystery. Our ears listen to slow and the brain translates to slow. We shall get there!
In the mercado today I was hunting a simple bag/purse so I can make it through the extremely crowded buses more easily. It is safer to have your things in front of you and from there easier to lift them over the top of seated people. On my back it is too hard to get through. I found a little bag and will use it till it falls apart then buy another if I have to. We will bring our lunch tomorrow when we go back to the school.
I am falling down tired so if you want all the details of the day then go to Don's blog. I am going to bed early because the alarm clock is set for 5 am (really too early for anybody to be getting up). We have to make the 7 am bus which is a direct shot and NOT a chicken bus -- only room for 2 in the seats on this bus.
