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a little Mexico trip chatter
Jan. 29th, 2024 10:59 amThis might qualify as part of the longer post I still need to write? ... Anyway. :P In the absence of that longer post, these are a few of the best quotes from the recent trip south of the border, context included.
"¿Como se gira¿" Translation: How do you turn this thing?! Our shuttle driver, in exasperated reference to getting a van pulling a large bicycle trailer around a hairpin bend in a Puerto Morelos road. I understood him, my mother did not. We did eventually make the turn, after several minutes futzing, with guidance from someone outside. Whew!
"Necesito cafe en la mañana. ¡Sin cafe, estoy un zombie¡" Me, with feeling, to a kind member of waitstaff on the last morning out, after thanking her for the cup of coffee she'd just handed me. She got a chuckle out of it.
"¡Mierda¡ And that happens!" Me, after putting a foot through the gap between two boards of a wooden pier in Puerto Morelos and, fortunately, avoiding worse folly by sitting down hard. There were a few spaces between planks, and my feet were just small enough to find them if I was stepping sideways, which I then avoided doing, once I'd extracted my foot/ankle from the gap and stood back up. The entire sentence didn't come out in Spanish, just the reflexive swear word. Whoops.
"We're on a Madison flight, folks!" A masculine-voiced fellow passenger on the last leg of the trip home, drawlingly amused, after approximately a third of the plane (including me) started cheering at a Packers score vs San Francisco. Alas, by the time we were a little ways in the air, that worm had turned. Dammit.
"¿Como se gira¿" Translation: How do you turn this thing?! Our shuttle driver, in exasperated reference to getting a van pulling a large bicycle trailer around a hairpin bend in a Puerto Morelos road. I understood him, my mother did not. We did eventually make the turn, after several minutes futzing, with guidance from someone outside. Whew!
"Necesito cafe en la mañana. ¡Sin cafe, estoy un zombie¡" Me, with feeling, to a kind member of waitstaff on the last morning out, after thanking her for the cup of coffee she'd just handed me. She got a chuckle out of it.
"¡Mierda¡ And that happens!" Me, after putting a foot through the gap between two boards of a wooden pier in Puerto Morelos and, fortunately, avoiding worse folly by sitting down hard. There were a few spaces between planks, and my feet were just small enough to find them if I was stepping sideways, which I then avoided doing, once I'd extracted my foot/ankle from the gap and stood back up. The entire sentence didn't come out in Spanish, just the reflexive swear word. Whoops.
"We're on a Madison flight, folks!" A masculine-voiced fellow passenger on the last leg of the trip home, drawlingly amused, after approximately a third of the plane (including me) started cheering at a Packers score vs San Francisco. Alas, by the time we were a little ways in the air, that worm had turned. Dammit.
