A relaxing day at Kasa Kommunitaria, the home of Pueblos Bicicliteros and assorted other cool community projects.
A little excitement at the market, as Brandon and I are told by 2 cops that we have to put shirts on. They also consider confiscating Brandon's large pocket knife, which he was carrying outside of his pocket. I think we get it back simply because we don't immediately cower in normal white touristy deference to power. Also notable in el mercado is a vendor motioning to me with a banana. We walk over, he holds out the banana, says something I don't catch, and the crowd starts laughing as an ancient lady fondles my chest hair. As we walk away smiling / confused, Brandon figures it out: the dude was saying I was a gorilla.
Nighttime brings a discovery to rival last night's tequila: Kasa has a flat cement roof onto which we can climb. It's the highest in the neighborhood, easily accommodating several sleeping bags with minimal risk of falling off. Just to be sure, I choose a spot with a friend between me and the edge, drifting off with a cityscape and stars as my bedtime serenade.