Sunday (dis)appointments...

I return to my casa-camion just before 8am. I get out my Spanish lessons and practice, practice, practice so I will be in top form when Belen arrives. I make breakfast for us, in between studying, of oatmeal with cinnamon and fresh bananas, and a pot of tea, as I know she doesn't drink coffee.

I do not expect her to be on time, but when 10am gets here, I think she is probably not coming.

I have two appointments today to return to for veggie oil. I decide to go to them and maybe Belen will have arrived by the time I return.

The old man who spoke english so well was not at the restaurant where I was to meet him. I am late but I still expect him to be there. The staff seems to know me, and know that I am looking for veggie oil quemada so that is at least encouraging.

My second appointment goes equally well. I have missed the owner, and on a Sunday morning too, so I have to return tomorrow.

Grrrrrr. Discouraged, I return to the truck, holding out a small hope that Belen will be there.