"Quick! What's the number for 911?" - Homer Simpson.
Megan and I were having a break from our none-too-strict agenda at the Rincon lighthouse, watching first the surfers, then the rain, then again the surfers at Domes Beach. Domes gets its name from the long dormant nuclear power domes nearby. After having visited a cultural center in Adjuntas, and seeing how they were able to boot the United States military out from bombing the shit out of Vieques for target practice, it appears to me that Puerto Ricans have something of a talent for recognizing and pushing back on bad ideas.
After picking up a couple of remedies for ankle-biters at the farmacia, and groceries for our get-together with friends tonight, we stopped in at Me Salve across the parking lot from Econo to look for a proper salad bowl.
I've been trying to show respect by using my muy pequeno Spanish, at least in greetings and thank-yous, and, in the process of that and looking at signs and magazines everywhere, to learn or recover some of the 4 years of Spanish I attended classes for during high school. I think my grades were mainly 'present.' Actually, I did pretty well, but the intervening 4 decades and change may have cost me a letter or two.
While checking out at Me Salve, I asked 'Como se dice' and showed the cashier the bowl. She said 'bowl?' I re-asked "en espana, es 'Bowl?'" She and someone stocking clothes racks chuckled, and she said 'I'll check on that translation.'
After this good-natured cultural exchange, Megan looked it up with señor Google, who informed us that 'Bowl' translates as 'Bol.' So concludes today's language training.
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