I want that!
Coming down the mountain, Enrique jokingly told me that “Kris is synonym with dance. With party here.”
He then said, “Your name should be a verb.”
Might be the most awesome five words someone could compliment me with 🙂
Language faux pas #101
“I like to ride down the mountain in the back of the pick-up, but I cought with all the dirt and dust. I have a bad pechuga … from smoking.”
For what must be the 100th time, Enrique looks at me, smiles, laughs and says, “you have a bad pechuga?”
Apparently I have told several people I’ve got “bad breasts,” used for ladies’ chests, and also chicken meat.
and so it goes.
At least I didn’t ask a girlie how many anuses she has today, or invite a Brazilian soldier in the Amazon into my boat cabin even though I was just a little
What’s that you say about your pechuga woman?
Onward
Kellan and I are off to el sauce, a bit later than intended after the quakes.
If I miss Sergio the mason going up I will go tomorrow for hole digging.
The show goes on!!
Several earthquakes around Managua this week. Last night there were several including one at dinner in which I learned I can MOVE!
The loud thundering one sent us into the street as we were hauling mattresses onto the patio to sleep at the exit … where we stayed all night.
The whole of the city and our street, kids in blankets and everyone on chairs, doors open lights on. After 2 people moved mattresses and couches into the street too. There were three or four more quakes. I had to pee and of course that one sent me flying off the bano as fast as a ninja!
We stayed out in the street until daybreak. At about 2 I wedged myself into yacis car and then finally laid on a mattress just inside the garage gate. I was in the house but technically only half! I let my legs dangle out so one step I was up and out from construction.
I felt three more small tremors while outside. No booms.
Life as normal this a.m.
The tortilla ladies who start their patting at 5 a.m. like a loud slap every few seconds set up shop, and it is another Monday.
I never felt in danger. Just prett scary as it never happened.
We are off to El Sauce. If I miss the mason I’ll go up tomorrow morning for hole digging.
Earthquakes
Several earthquakes around Managua this week. Last night there were several including one at dinner in which I learned I can MOVE!
The loud thundering one sent us into the street as we were hauling mattresses onto the patio to sleep at the exit … where we stayed all night.
The whole of the city and our street, kids in blankets and everyone on chairs, doors open lights on. After 2 people moved mattresses and couches into the street too. There were three or four more quakes. I had to pee and of course that one sent me flying off the bano as fast as a ninja!
We stayed out in the street until daybreak. At about 2 I wedged myself into yacis car and then finally laid on a mattress just inside the garage gate. I was in the house but technically only half! I let my legs dangle out so one step I was up and out from construction.
I felt three more small tremors while outside. No booms.
Life as normal this a.m.
The tortilla ladies who start their patting at 5 a.m. like a loud slap every few seconds set up shop, and it is another Monday.
I never felt in danger. Just prett scary as it never happened.
We are off to El Sauce. If I miss the mason I’ll go up tomorrow morning for hole digging.
Time flies
It is always a surprise to me how in a town with “nothing” to do like movies or big stores there is always no time! It is flying.
Come Monday I will be going up with Sergio to lay the footprint of the preschool with rope and unload that gravel.
We are underway, weeks after raising the 5600 dollars. The friends project doesn’t mess around!
