I took a three hour nap after having a very cold shower. The hot water may not function before 4p. I don't know. The same might be true for handsoap and shampoo. The cold shower helped battle the jet lag. The world seemed too bright and out of focus.
I went into El Corte Inglés to buy a power adaptor. I forgot that Spain (and all of Europe) use 220 connections. After looking throughout the five floors of electronics, I asked one of the workers. Whatever he said remains a complete fucking mystery. I do remember the phrase "el otro edificio," meaning 'the other building.' ECI has three buildings at the Puerta del Sol, each specialising in different areas: elecrtonics, fashion/food, and books. I had no idea why he mentioned the other building; nor, at the moment did I care. Discouraged, I walked away. Very likely, I misunderstood his directions. I walked to the 3rd floor of the electronics area to ask another person; instead, I left the store, heartbroken. This makes me crazy. I flew to Spain in large part to improve my Spanish; yet, I feel intimidated by store workers.
Back at the hostal, I asked the woman cleaning the rooms if she knew where I might buy an adaptor. She did and quite near at hand! The hostal keeps three of them for North American guests to borrow. Well! My opinion of the place changed for the better. My laptop and various electronics were happy.
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