The other night I encountered the first person I've ever met who has climbed Everest. An altogether fascinating individual. On the subject of love, he told the most romantic story I've ever heard in my life. I won't recount it because I couldn't do it justice. Suffice to say, the girl he wanted to impress fainted.
Yesterday I woke up to an unusual amount of rooster crowing. In the afternoon a friend came by my house to pick something up. He said "I think I'm here... is it a big white house?" The house I live in isn't white, I think. The street is so narrow, I couldn't say I've gotten a good look at it. At any rate, I said "Are they having cockfights in the street?" My friend says yes. "Ok, you're here."