Last night, two other boys came to my room. So, there was no any girl in my room. I think that they arranged the room in a way that minimum number of boys and girls be in a room. They also changed the room of that German boy maybe for this purpose.
One of the boys were from Brazil. He snored all the night with a tune like a tractor. I couldn't sleep well. I put on my headphone and played a music to be able to sleep.
I went to Old town. San Diego public transportation was not as good as LA, but at least Google maps was working. Old town was one of the most amazing places that I've ever seen.
I went to McCoy house first. It was a very old-fashioned house. I was surprised that they exhibit these places for free. It was a beautiful house.
I took several pictures of the inside.
They made it like a museum of the old things and culture. I met a girl from Switzerland, and I asked her to visit old town together, but as you may guess she was not interested.
I really enjoy visiting old places. This old post office was very reminded me a post office in Iran. It was amazing to see old items there.
A real woman who was wearing an old dress was sitting there. She smiled at me, and I smiled at her.
The back yard was also beautiful.
Then I went to the information center. There was a Marquette of the whole town there.
Then I went to see the other places.
There were many old-fashioned shops there, and I think that that's how they make money there, and that was the reason of having those free places. It was not allowed to take pictures from the inside of these shops.
Then I went to the Mexican shops in another corner.
There was many beautiful places and shops there. I wanted to order something for my lunch, but I had Mexican food recently; so, I didn't.
I went to a room that was belong to Wells Fargo bank of the old time.
Also, the first courthouse in San Diego.
Clay pottery shops were very similar to what we had in Iran. I really enjoyed walking there.
It was hot, and I found an ice cream shop, and I ordered an ice cream. It had a good taste.
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