Our friends in Germany, Herbert and Helga, arrived and things get complicated for my poor ... He neurons must speak German with them and the U.S. (still different from English) with the locals. Alain and I started talking to him in German Helga and Herbert do not feel excluded from the conversation! By late afternoon, my "hard drive" has turned so that I hardly comprehensible gibberish a mixture of American and German. For example, in the car, when Herbert and I led the guide, the card knees, it gives: "am nächsten crossroad, it's straight fährst und dann To The Left ..."
Yesterday we spent the day at the Americans' favorite sport: shopping! The stores are grouped into "malls" immense, where everything is concentrated. At Miromar Mall, there are some 140 shops as well ... The complex is built like a village, with streets, fountains, benches, cafés with terrace and shops are following: clothing, shoes, sportswear, jewelry household equipment, restaurants and fast food, there's plenty to do. Moreover, Americans do not make a jump for some shopping: they spend the day altogether! Balances are held here before Christmas, with prices lowered to 40, 50 or even 70%! Near the holidays and therefore attractive prices draining a huge clientele in search of bargains. And there is! Herbert bought 3 pairs of Levi's jeans for 80 dollars, and for my part, I remained modest: I bought a small 100% cashmere sweater ($ 49), a jacket-trouser set (which had fallen from 300 to 60 dollars) and a jacket for Alain. I'll spare you the shopping list of Helga, almost unseen behind countless packets is a big shopaholic, but it is less concentrated in the car ... She had forgotten to turn off the lights and so we ended up running out of battery. However, American cars are all automatic and no cables. I have addressed to a man sitting in his car and waited probably that his wife had finished her shopping: he looked up from his newspaper to tell us to contact the security department of the Mall. But Herbert was looking for a guard, I found two Hispanic mothers, starting up with a huge 4x4, to whom I explained the situation with my 3 words of English and force posturing. They did not hesitate a second to help us, which is very rare here: the police recommend to never stop to help a vehicle in trouble, because it is a tactic often used to assault you and steal everything you including your car ... So if someone needs help, we called the police, but it would not go above outside his vehicle. The car was good enough to start. Muchas gracias! 
In return we have decided to save cooking. Check for a restaurant recommended by the Guide to Florida Herbert: The Lazy Flamingo, famous for its fish and seafood, 30-minute drive (in other words next ...).
Their slogan: "If our fish were fresher, you eat under water!". The restaurant is a sort of large wooden hut where every wall, every corner is full of marine objects, neon advertisements for beers, and makeshift signs "home", eg "paradise has its price: Remember that the service is not included!". We waited 1 / 2 hour until a table becomes available and behind us, a line of at least 20 people waiting his turn ... We enjoyed oysters, mussels in white wine, fried shrimp, grilled fish Everything was indeed delicious and fresh copy. 
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