Well, perhaps it wasn't quite that large, but they were large noodles. What could I do? I thought of Euphrania, and figured I better eat at least one piece. I looked around and thought I would wash it all down with two gallons of water, just barely being able to eat it. Then to my surprise, there was nothing to drink on the table. Strike one on that idea. So then I figured I would try to mix it up with potatoes. They did have some of them. So I, with my lasagna-smile, ate a square of it. Washed it down with potatoes. Interesting. Then as we were getting ready to leave, they "threatened" to send it home with me. I graciously refused, thanking them profusely. You can see the LARGE dish of the noodles and stuff with the white disher-upper. Next to the lasagna, you can see one redeeming quality of the meal, Jeri's rolls, made by my companion. They were great..
My 2 cents...Here's the cheese less lasagna just for Bill next to my rolls. I was proud of him for being graciously miserable. I think our next mission should be Italy, don't you think?
Here is Sister Cordova, one of the sisters who ate with us. She's from Peru. She spoke excellent Spanish until she started telling a story and lapsed into the Dominican slang, speaking faster and faster and neither of us could understand anything she said. I did hear something about a visa and her grandmother (and the end of the world...:) When they get going it seriously sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah to me....Oh, will I ever get it?
We thought it would be loud last night at midnight, but it was mildly calm. All we heard were multiple gunshots. The rest were out drinking and being hung over. This morning when we went walking around our park, where there are usually at least 10 - 20 people, there were NONE. They were all either still drinking or sick or throwing up. So, no one was walking, we had the park to ourselves. Of course since it was mildly raining, that may have been another reason why no one was there, they hating rain, afraid of rain, and fearing that rain would make them sick. So, here we are after our walk, and Bonnie keeping her hair for a "wedding." You know she won't get married in an ugly hat, is this an ugly hat? More from her, coming.
Well, today starts a new year. The whole of 2013 we shall be serving here in this country. It is a joy being here with my beautiful companion. We are learning, growing, and appreciating many things, especially each other. I have felt recently, one of the main reasons we are here is to learn Spanish. We both need to be very fluent in our Spanish, for "other' things coming. Time will tell what they are.
(3 more cents...As to the Spanish, refer to the blah, blah, blah above!) If it happens, it will be nothing short of a miracle for me.)
Yes, this most definitely constitutes an "ugly hat." The quote about not getting married in an ugly hat is from Popeye, the classic with Robin Williams, one of our family favorites. Sometimes when I look around I think I'm seeing "Sweet, sweet Haven..." I use that ugly hat quote a lot especially when I'm forced to wear such as this. But now that I look at the picture, at least my sweat rag matches my outfit. What I really need is one of those plastic rain bonnets my mom used to wear. Tied under the chin. Remember those...most attractive. :) Lots of women here wear plastic bags on their heads. Oh my...they do hate the rain!
I do love the moisture in my skin here but my curly head could do without the humidity. But "them's the breaks" as my brothers would say. :)
Plastic bags! Wouldn't that make the humidity feel even worse on your head? ugh, lol
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