Yesterday I arrived in East St. Louis. I checked into a little motel in the heart of the Spanish hood. When I walked into the motel office, I was greeted by a desk barricaded with Plexiglas. There were several interesting things on display including a selection of rubbers.
One of the owners approached the desk and I started talking with her. I explained my Trail briefly and asked if she could offer me a discount. Immediately she said “no discount, no discount.” This pretty much took up the remainder of our conversation. Her husband walked in to the office and he too immediately said “no discount, no discount.” So apparently, I wouldn’t be able to get a discount.
The hotel, in the heart of the Spanish hood, was a cash only, pay by the hour place. You tell the manager how long you plan on staying and they charge you by the hour. I told them I would be checked out by 9am the next morning. Afterwards I went to my room.
I was pretty hungry from the walk so I decided to take a little walking tour around the hood. I happened to find a small authentic Mexican restaurant tucked in the colorful neighborhood. It was a great little place with Mexican music, really good food and everything was in Spanish. While enjoying my meal, my mind began to wander back to the times I spent in South America. I got a little nostalgic for the culture I am so fond of. After enjoying a truly great dinner, I ventured back to the hotel to rest for the evening.
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