I got up early for class around 7.30am, the shower was cold and there wasn't much pressure. So I didn't have a shower. I had my breakfast which was rolls and very rubbery cheese. Jose walked with me to the school and I met the owner of the school again, Joaquin. He took me into the office and told me how they teach Spanish here, excursions and other stuff. I have a different teacher everyday and I'm given my own folder with activity sheets. He also gave me a card with a lawyers number on it and told me to bring this out if any fake police approach me on the streets in Cochabamba. There have been a number of robberies using the fake police scam. I started my class with my teacher Carmen. The class was good fun but also tackling all the hard grammar. I sat in the courtyard on the break and chatted to some Swiss girls and an English girl called Darcy (P&P). I also spoke to an American woman called Peggy who is studying for 3 weeks here too. I then sat through the next 2 hours and finished my class happily discussing the price of bananas. Here you can get 25 bananas for only 3 b.s (that's like 20p). I walked back to my house after my lesson and had lunch with Jose and Marina. We had floating potato soup and then chicken/rice. We watched the news together which was focusing on the nationalisation of the coca industry. There was also a huge story about a woman who was killed by her jealous boyfriend. However unlike at home they showed you the dead corpse; her disfigured face etc. It was horrible especially right after my lunch! I met the other students outside the health clinic (the meeting point) and we waited on a bus to the city. However before it arrived, a Swiss girl called Carolina came over and invited us to her family's house as it's her birthday and they're eating cake. We went into the house and chatted to her family. The cake was delicious! The woman of the family chatted about fruit for ages, they're very proud of the different fruits that grow here. They asked us various questions about our respective countries and yes I got asked what's under a Scotsman's kilt? The 4 year old daughter of one of the women drew a picture of me and then handed it to me; quite a resemblance actually see (Photo Album). We chatted for ages and then got a bus into the city. We got off on the main street Ave Heroines. We wandered along the relaxed streets (compared to La Paz). Darcy wanted to join a gym but the gym was really outdated and dirty. We walked into the central plaza and I finally managed to get rid of my scabby (mind you all notes here are scabby and ancient) 10 bolivianos note when I bought some sweets from a street vendor. I had tried to buy stuff with this note earlier and no-one would accept it because of the fag burn on it. We walked into La Cancha market speaking in bursts of Spanish and English. The market was interesting: lots of weird fruit, nuts and random things such as Evo Morales jumpers etc. We walked by a panaderia (bakery) and the smell of freshly baked bread was tempting but when we turned the corner there was a huge queue (everyone had the same idea!). So we decided to go to a restaurant called "El Griego". I ordered lasagne but it was cold so I had to send it back. I looked at the menu and it stated: CAFE, Cafe Irlandés (con whisky), Cafe Escocés (con vodka). Why is the Scottish coffee not got whisky?..hmm.. I got my change back from the waitress and couldn't believe my eyes. It was the same fag burned note. Peggy told me she'd been given it by the same street vendor and had then bought a drink earlier in this restaurant! Great now I'm going to have to try and get rid of it! I got rid of the note when I bought some sweets from a street vendor before we got our bus back to XXIII. When I returned to the house I had peanuts and tea with Jose and Marina. I then went to bed at 11pm pretty exhausted!