Angie, Dirk, and I were planning to go hiking on Friday morning before work. We looked for Dirk on Thursday night around 11:30 to finalize our plans. There were three Asian guys talking right outside his door. I asked them, "Have you seen anyone walk in this door recently?" They seemed to think I was asking them to leave. Actually, I wanted to know if he was in his room. If I already knew he was sleeping, I would have left a note instead of knocking. "Dirk... tall blond guy... do you know where he is?" I asked. Then one of them had a sudden revelation and said, "Oh, yes, Dirk!" Before I could say anything he threw the door open revealing a dark room and a confused Y worker. "There's Dirk!" Angie and I could hardly control our laughter. I shut the door, not knowing what else to do. Angie slapped me on the arm and told me in an encouraging, cheerful tone of voice, "Go talk to him." Dirk did not seem to be too upset. I told him of our plans to meet at 6:30 in the Pondo. He told me the next morning it was a miracle he got up in time because he could have slept late or completely forgotten that we told him the plan when he was half conscious.
I guess I have this kind of language barrier to look forward to in a few months. I wonder if people in Asia have no qualms about waking people up. Most of all, I hope Spain will not be like that.
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