They spent a good time in the city. Catalina was excited the whole day, buying small things here and there, while Elizabeth simply followed her lead with a faint smile.
After running around for a while and just before reaching the church, Elizabeth stopped and said, "Hey, wait—let's sit somewhere and have a drink. I need to rest."
She wiped her forehead; even though the climate was mild, the sun still shone strong, and walking for hours had left her sweating. They found a small cookshop, a place where simple meals were served for those who didn't cook at home.
Catalina, knowing Spanish, managed to communicate better, though there were still moments of confusion here and there.
"They have soup of col and fried cod—do you want some?" asked Catalina.
Elizabeth nodded. "Sure. Though, are you sure that's what you ordered and not something else entirely?"
