Ailene! Of course you do. You're lopsided.

I haven’t spotted anyone wearing my coat, yet. I still have nineteen hours to find it.

Yesterday, I walked around with Irene. We ate churros con chocolate. Churros taste like elephant ears, and they look like… churros. You dip ‘em in what they call hot chocolate and what we call hot chocolate pudding.

We walked to a park by the bus station and slid on the slide. The slide was a dragon. You could slide down the tail or the mouth.

We walked to the MirO park to look at MirO’s Giant Red Yellow Blue Green sculpture. I wanted to touch it, but it was surrounded by a shallow pond. So we took our shoes and socks off and rolled up our pants and waded out into the slimy water. The sculpture felt like a… sculpture: magical.

I walked her home and went home for dinner. My senora made spaghetti with a Gouda-based alfredo sauce, and she put two slices of bacon on top. She gave me two fried eggs on a separate plate. I had banana yogurt for dessert.

After dinner, the two of us watched Gran Hermano. She loves reality shows. I don’t, so, eventually, I went to my room to read.

I went to the bathroom, just now, and the TV was on. My senora had fallen asleep while playing her Nintendo DS. I heard Tetris.

Today, I’m going to pack, buy some plane oranges and Mars Bars, eat one last kebab, shave, write a postcard, shower, and go to the airport.

It’s three a.m. I’m leaving for the airport around 10 p.m. I’ll arrive in Michigan about 10 p.m the next day. There’s much more to write about: my love for the escalators, my senora’s classy toilet paper, my new found respect for bar soap… Also, I haven’t shared some stories, so that I can tell them in person: Carnival, Fira de Abril, parts of Ireland, undercover police… You’ll have to ask me.

Brave Potatoes, thanks for reading. This time Wednesday, I’ll be at the all-you-can-eat personal pan pizza day at Pizza Hut. Frank’s Red Hot.