Watched the Superbowl this morning, then walked to Pepito market.
Across the street from Pepito is an Indian restaurant and I decided to buy takeout lunch. The waitress, a child who did not speak English, handed me her phone and asked me to type. I wasn't sure if she understood what I had typed, but a short time later she handed me the food and I carried it to the compound.
In the compound I crossed paths with Eka and said hello. She handed me a gift of Indonesian tea. She is very kind.
My arm rash remains bothersome.
