They speak no English (well very little), but the son has a English language work book from school, and we can communicate. They share with me this fruit (which is like a grape/tomato encased in a hard shell/skin that one cracks open and eats). It's quite tasty, but they have a a lot and I have to convince the mom that I'm quite satisfied. We exchange e-mails, and then go to bed around 11pm. 
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