I think the laundromat may have made off with my clothes and fled to Mexico...

It's been too cold and damp here to wash my clothes myself and hang them out on the line because they might not dry until next summer. So on Monday I dropped off my laundry at the laundromat. Since I was going to be paying to get my clothes washed, and since I hadn't done laundry in a while, and since I didn't really have a good idea of what was clean and what wasn't, and since I don't have a very large supply of winter clothes here, I figured I might as well get all of my clothes washed. So I packed up everything but the clothes on my back and headed over to the laundromat. He told me everything would be clean and smelling lovely by Tuesday. So I went back on Tuesday and he was closed. So I went back on Wednesday and he was closed. So I went back today and he's closed. So I'm going to have to borrow clothes from Jimena and pray that one day the mysterious laundromat will once again open its doors so that I won't have to fly home um...you know, "en bolas" (that is, not clothed).