Monopolia

One of the beauties of staying in a hostel (aside from the heat) is that they usually have some form of entertainment. The sort of stuff one might expect to find in the closet at a winter cabin – good ‘ole fashioned fun in a box.

We were happy to find the Monopolia board. It’s been a very long time since I last played – probably a multi-day marathon with my brother when we were kids.

There were a few extra challenges this time, though. Bode isn’t yet a whiz with money, so we invented a way to play without it. He still insisted that we had to use the money, but no one was in for an all-nighter. Next, I had to struggle reading the Chance cards – another reminder that my Spanish stinks. Still fun, though.

Lot’s of places like this also have an embarrassingly bad book exchange shelf. It’s always slim pickings, but people always just seem to be happy to have something to read in English.

This time, I think I scored the absolutely worst book to ever be published. Bode had to ask “How come these jokes aren’t funny?”

No se.