21 July 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

A stressful day, where I dealt with immigration for the first time in years, with Pablo, the friendly but overcharging cab driver, with the ATM whose instructions were in Spanish, and with the cold weather that was entirely unsuitable for what I happened to be wearing as I walked around a strange city guided by an old woman who didn't know English and wasn't accustomed to using ATMs.

Things started to right themselves after I paid the rent, had a cup of coffee, and plunged into a lukewarm bath.  I collapsed into bed and was only able to rouse myself to go to El Hipopotamo for a delicious hamburger.