Ricardo still unhappy with cleanliness...

  

Obviously, I still have a lot of ground to make up in the short time that remains for me in Guayaquil.  This note was plastered to the refrigerator.  And I’m only using the kitchen for keeping my water cold in the fridge!  What can I do??  I’ve even taken to sweeping away my footprints as I back out of the kitchen.  Obviously, Senor Duquer feels his plan is still the best course of action, as he continues to drop his little presents of protest throughout the house.  I never leave my room without wearing shoes.  And every morning, while tip-toeing around Senor Duquer’s little shit-piles, I see el gato eyeing me with hurt and distrust from his uncomfortable perch on the cold tile in front of Ricardo’s closed door.  If only you could see that I'm hurting too, Senor Duquer!