Day Six. It is Saturday. I had planned to visit San Telmo, home of the tango, and La Boca, a colorful, funky barrio. I am too tired.

I lounge around the hotel all day,going out only to eat, get a newspaper, and go for a short walk.

I phone Luz to cancel our overnight date. I simply don't want to pay another $350 for the night. I tell her this. She tells me that tonight she has no other dates lined up, so $200 is fine.
I agree.

Luz is scheduled to arrive at 8. The phone rings at 7:30. Early again.

We fall into our routine. We make love. We shower. We dress. We go out.

This time our destination is a movie, Planet of the Apes in English with Spanish subtitles. The theater is a 10 minute walk from the hotel. Along the way Luz indicates she is hungry, so we stop in a small restaurant. She eats. I watch.

She persuades me to try a fruit drink, Tutti Fruti. I tell her about Little Richard's song, but I don't think she understands. It occurs to me that the song was popular 20 years before Luz was born. Suddenly, I feel old.

The theater is very nice, an older building constructed at a time when movie theaters were works of art. More emphasis on form than function.

As we are watching the movie Luz slips her hand under my shirt, twirls the hair on my chest and whispers in my ear, "You simeon (ape)." This stirs ideas in my mind about Me Ape-You Jane role playing when we return to the room.

After the movie we walk back to the hotel via the pedestrian walkways. It is Saturday night, and the streets are packed with people and street entertainers. We pause to watch a magician, a guy playing a flute like instrument, and a couple dancing the tango. The weather is perfect, much like fall in the US.

We return to the room. After our Me Ape, You Jane role play she falls asleep in my arms. She awakens with a start at 4. She doesn't normally sleep until she is safely at home she tells me,"but you tired me!"

She prepares to leave. I tell her I am sad because I will not see her again this trip. " You will find other girls in America," she says with a shrug. "probably," I respond,"but not as sweet as you."

She takes my business card and promises to email, though she does not know how to send email. I tell her to go to an iternet cafe and ask for assistance.

One last kiss and she is out the door.