Wound up going out around 11:30AM. I needed to change some money and wanted to try a new place. Went to the Plaza Hotel on the pedestrian mall because they advertised a "Casa de Cambrio" (AKA Money Changer). I asked one of the hotel staff where the "casa de cambrio" was. He took me to the door and yelled at one of the moneychangers out in the pedestrian mall. This guy came over with a wad of bills and a calculator. He punched up "9.35" on the calculator. I was so surprised at being back in the street and that the starting rate offered was higher than that in the bank (9.3118) that I accepted right away. I suspect I could have gotten him up around 9.45 but I'll live.

Ate lunch at the cafeteria again. Didn't really want to but I was hungry and, during my talk with the owner of the Hotel Nuevo Boston last night, the subject of amoebic dystensery came up. He waxed long and eloquently about this guy who had almost died from it. He apparently got it by eating food from the street vendors that I've been admiring. Perhaps I'll restrain myself.

Over at the Parque Centeral, they were having a Christmas concert upon a stage. I didn't recognize any of the tunes but then that doesn't surprise me.

I just remembered something about that Chinese restaurant I ate in yesterday evening: They had their own emergency lighting system. It consisted of some wires strung along the ceiling with automotive light bulbs attached. I assume that somewhere out back there was a car battery just waiting to be called into action. Of course they might just pull a car up front and connect to it.

I ran into my little "friend" today. This was after seeing her in advance and getting away once earlier. I think I've figured out where she works - sure hate to go to all this trouble just to avoid her but, in this case, it's well worth it!

I'm still trying to figure out the psychology of horn blowing. They don't seem to be angry when they do it - I've never seen them shake a fist or anything. It seems that the smaller the vehicle and the shorter the expected wait the more the horns will be blown. Right now, there's buses lined up below my window as far as I can see in both directions and not a horn is blowing. While earlier, with a shorter line and small cars and trucks it sounded like a combined Elk and Moose new years convention.