Movie time--Phhfffffbbbbbttttpppppppp

So, the other night, Lucy and I are actually free from all responsibility at Tree Houses.

I had to run up to Quesada in the late morning/early afternoon with Miguel to pick up a new breaker for the hotel (more on that later). While we were up there, I swung by the theatre to see what was playing in hopes of Lucy and I going to see a show.

Most of the movies, as the three of our regular readers remember, are dubbed in Spanish. However, on this day, when I checked out the movies that were playing, they were all subtitled in Spanish--jackpot!

The movies were:

X-Men (the latest);
Pirates of the Caribbean (the latest);
and The Hangover (the latest).

All were starting around 4 p.m., which is perfect for us, as we can get out of here and get Seidy, Darling or Patricia to watch the hotel while we are out and about.

We got to the theatre around 3:40 p.m., and were ready to go. The ticket window wasn't open yet (not unusual for here at all) so we walked around the mall for a bit. And by mall, I mean a giant cement block building with a tin roof with about two dozen stores.

We wandered back after our quick circuit around the mall and the theatre still wasn't open. No smell of popcorn (nothing popping); no aroma of the yellow cheese-like stuff for nachos; no rotisserie of fried pork things. . .

Finally, we saw a fellow, sans shirt, come rolling out of the bathroom area pushing a bucket of suds and a mop.

"Excuse me, what time will the box office open?"

"Closed on Mondays."

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