Laundry

I went to the lavanderia (laundromat) two times last night to pick up the items I dropped off yesterday. When I paid, she told me to come after 6 on Friday. When I returned the second time, at 7:30, she told me that the spin cycle on her washer broke earlier in the day and she sent my laundry (and others’ I think) somewhere else. The truck carrying my clothing was forty minutes away. She was upset that she could not deliver as promised and offered to bring the laundry to the posada after her shop closed. I insisted that I would be perfectly fine without my things and would see her in the morning.

I was in a bit of a hurry as I wanted to get to the Zocalo to see my little businessman for our Friday night ice cream. Last night, I stopped by to give him an extra empanada I had, and he was already asleep in his mother’s arms. She was delighted by the package.

Tonight, the little man showed off his haircut and switched up his order. Instead of double vanilla, he requested strawberries and cream. He shared the treat with his sister. And, I was pleased to note that he has finally realized that it is better to sit and enjoy the ice cream than to continue demanding pesos with a cone in hand. For some reason, people are less generous when they see him with ice cream.