How to Communicate in Any Country

Maxi left me this message the other day. I found it propped by his mate bottle:

Maxi´s note

The other couch surfer, Hermando, accidently took Maxi’s keys when he left for the bus station the day before. Hermando left them in a kiosko to be picked up the next day, so at the moment, Maxi had no keys.

I can only imagine Maxi’s dread as he started writing this message: Dammit, Chris has two weeks of Spanish lessons, but he still doesn´t know any Spanish… he might not know the words for “lock,” “close,” or “key.” If I draw him a picture, I have the best chance of not getting locked out.

This was my message in return, which is now posted like a first grader’s finger painting on the refrigerator:

my note to Maxi