jótdougz

-quieres jótdougz para la cena?

-(uhhhh) sí!

so i arrive at the dinner table ten minutes later to find none other than hot dogs on our plates. i didn't know what to expect but that familiar food item was not it from the pronunciation of mi mamá maky. muy delicioso.

off to gringolandia (it's a serious wound to my ego to think that i've been there twice now) where a pitcher of mojito for 6 people costs 6.50. then to another of many 3 for 2 places, meaning 3 40s for 2.50.

-chupetes! cinco centavos!

that's the voice of 8 year old luis selling lollipops, cigarretes and candies at midnight in sketchy gringolandia. he wears a chicago bulls sweater and i ask if he knows what the shirt is for.

-torros!

-has oido de chicago?

-no

has oido de los angeles? hollywood?

-no

he later asks me if i know any quichua, which coincidentally i did because i had taken my first class in it that morning.

-ñukaka mayami kani, sabes que dije?

-si, dijiste que eso es tu nombre

and then he replies and i have no idea what he says. and he teaches me a few words in quichua and i tell him a few things in english.

-money for lunch?

-you know english?

-no

and so i give him the equivalent of nothing, my standards, and pay double for two lollipops.


a ten minute taxi ride home costs 2.50.

10 dollars worth of minutes costs 10 dollars.

the juices are still the best.

i need 4 keys to get inside the home i live in after the guard gets off at 10.