|Man cleaning the pool|
Then I decided to stop by the real estate agency and ask for another agent. I forgot to say that the agent who didn't meet me this morning spoke perfect English. But knowing a language and listening to what someone is saying to you are two different things. Anyway, a nice woman there said, "You wouldn't want to live there."
"Why?" I asked.
"Unless you want to live in a neighborhood of Cholos and drugs." she said.
Not likely. So I went on my way, knowing that my first instinct to say no was right on. This is what you get here for almost thirty thousand American dollars: a falling down, tiny cement house with no yard, in the neighborhood of Cholos and drugs......
One good thing that happened today was the delicious steak lunch at the American Legion.