The Americans Leave.
The Mexicans forget to tell me how to get back to the hotel from work.
I have amazing luck and find someone willing to take me to the hotel.
I eat at the hotel restaurant alone and have horrible food that wasn't cooked all the way through.
They try to make up for it and give me an ice cream dessert. It's coffee ice-cream.
I pay and go back to my room.
I have a good cry.
End of day 4.
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