    Sentence 1:1 sat soaking at about 1ooF,  while an exuberant gentleman on my left,  who was wearing his washcloth draped over  his head, gave me his four words of New  York, Broadway, Niagara Falls, Grand  Canyon . The real cultural joy, however, lay  in the immersing m self in this aura,  evoking Dante and 8?, and watching the  occupants through the steamy haze as they  lathered, rinsed, and squatted on little plastic  stools to shave before low-hung misted  mirrors against the walls'all this before |  slap-slapped back to my room to enjoy  dinner on the floor.              Sentence 2: | was soaking my feet  specifically as they are sore.