Language was more of a problem here than I thought -- many of the words look like Spanish when they are printed, but communication by voice was quite another thing. We stumbled through, but I have to admit it was a challenge. In one restaurant we couldn't figure out what most of the items on the menu were, so the owner drew pictures for us on the tablecloth. I don't think I ordered the one that looked like a wild boar.
We stayed for about a week through Christmas, and ended up having the whole pensao to ourselves (well, plus the little old man who lived in a room up near the roof and puttered through once in a while). On Christmas Adelaide gave us a tray full of peanuts and candy, a bag full of oranges she picked from a tree at her house, and the lone papaya growing near the top of a tree at the pensao (as long as Randy was willing to climb up and pick it). It was a delightful way to spend Christmas.
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