We decided to get some basic Spanish before doing anything else so we phoned a number on an add for Spanish tutoring in the hostel which we are staying on the day we arrived. It turns out that Javier, the tutor, is moving to Byron Bay with his Aussie girlfriend in September! Small world... So, he has struggled through a week´s worth of 3-hour lessons with the two of us; poor bugger! Now we are armed with the basic rules of Spanish but unfortunately "year" and "arse" sound almost alike as does "egg" and "juice" so we have been insulting a few poor colombians and getting some interesting breakfasts...
It has been awesome to have met Javier who has really taken us under his wing. He is close to out age and it turns out that he used to be a bodyguard in his home country of Peru (including to the peruvian president), then got the shits with the state of affairs in the government and opened a small bar in Cuzco. He took us along to a houseparty on the weekend where the whole party ended up on the top story of an amazing colonial house and danced salsa late into the night... Dee must have a substantial amount of latino in her because, boy can she move (seb writing)!! Seb however, might need a little help before he is let out on the dance floor again...
