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Tonight went okay. We had dinner at the pot luck in the marina, which was nice. Then after that Heather and my mom danced for a little while with a whole bunch of other people to really noisy music. We were about leave when someone walked up and told a lady something then the lady broke out crying. We decided to wait out of curiosity and see what happened. She lives here in Cartagena, and works in the marina. We couldn't immediately figure out what she was saying because she speaks Spanish, but then someone told us what happend. Her son died. He was shot.

And that is most of what we know. I may write more tomorrow, because now right now I feel sick talking about it.