Dinner was a hoot too. We were the only people staying in the monastery and you could tell that the hired help were less than thrilled that they needed to go through all the shenanigans for four lousy tourists. The woman spoke no English and once again we encountered the accent barrier, that she tried to overcome by shouting. What ends up happening a lot of the time is that you're not sure whether they're saying a word that you know but aren't hearing because of the accent (see "bulthay" from two pictures ago) or if they're saying a word you just don't know, so you ask them to repeat it. Of course, they think you're just stupid. So when we asked the woman to repeat the deserts she shouted ARROTH (followed by a one second pause) CON LECHE (which we knew was rice (arroz) with milk), a flan, but it was the last one we couldn't get. I asked her to repeat the last one was, so she shouted ARROTH...

Turns out we just didn't know what she was saying, which was cuajada con miel, a creamy milk curd like yogurt with honey. It was good.