I think the village is called Barbedillo de Pez. Names are the hardest things to remember. But anyway, a teacher from school named Maribel, who doesn't know a word of English, invited us out to her village. Jesus said he was coming, too, and made all the arrangements. We met he and his friend Luciano, and rode the 70 km out to the village. And Maribel and her family picked Weston up in the car and drove him. I didn't think we'd ever get there, literally. It was a very long 45 km. But we did make it and had an amazing Spanish Barbecoa. We ate all the traditional foods and they really know how to feed you. We also watched all the boys play this game that is a mixture of tennis and raquetball played on a big outdoor court with 2 walls. It really looks like a great game to play.
The ride back was a nice ride, but I think we were both pretty tired by the end. It's amazing to me that we could understand each other. With just a little help from Jesus and her son, Diego who is 14, we could communicate and now I think we are going shopping together. Oh, this is fun!!!
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