All it takes is one old man to get fired up about politics for me to realize that I do not speak Spanish. I talked with this man, rather he talked to me and I shook my head and smiled, for at least 10 minutes and the only part of the conversation I understood was when he told me we were not here to judge, only God can judge. All I wanted to know was who he wanted in power.
The other old man I talked to was as sweet as could be and helped us walk around the plaza telling people to let us interview them.
Conclusion: Many people don't understand my accent and talk about whatever they want to regardless of the question. I think I like it here.
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