At the health club I did 12 minutes on the treadmill at
speed 6. I also had their instructor
write down the names of the machines that I use so I can record the weight I
use with each.
At 3pm Martha, who lives in her mother’s building, showed
up. She drove us to the office where she
and I guess her daughter got some type of skin treatment. At one point a man came out and gave me a cup
of grape juice and an individually wrapped cookie. It must have been very healthy because it was
almost tasteless. Teresa brought out a
slice of carrot cake and I just took a corner of it because I didn’t expect
much. At 5:15 they finished and drove
me to the barbershop where I got a haircut for 8,000 pesos. This time I controlled how much the guy took
off my beard, mustache and hair.
We were back at the apt by 6:15.
Finally, tonight was the final episode in the hunting down
and killing of Pablo Escobar on December 3rd, 1993.
I received an email from my son. Apparently, we don’t have to go to the
airport to meet him because the hostel has a shuttle he can use. We’ll meet him there later in the
afternoon. More good news is that we may
not have to go to the airport to meet his other friends when they arrive.
T-shirt of the day: Money doesn’t buy happiness but it does buy
vodka.
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