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Published: February 15th 2011
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“No entiendo,” I smiled apologetically at the unshaven, be-vested skinny man in front of me.
He looked at me blankly.
“Momentito…” I had had an idea. I pulled out my Mexican Spanish phrasebook (originally acquired for a swine-’flu-kyboshed trip to that part of Central America two years’ earlier) and turned the pages looking for the “Accommodation” section.
“Umm… ¿Pue...
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