This is Nadia Pineda aka. Pinata -- Sara's pig was named after her - this is no small honour
I work with her everyday in the office, she is seen here modeling one of the new tool boxes we purchased together in Tegucigalpa for the workers.
Let me break it all down for you
Nadia: speaks Spanish,English and understands everything in between
Marion:speaks English and a form of Spanish involving a lot of charades and strange sounds
Nadia: supplies the petty cash
Marion: never has any cash
Nadia: classy
Marion: clompy
Nadia: drives like a mad woman through the streets of Tegucigalpa, explaining to me that " Teguc is a crazy city for crazy people"...as I clench the seat and scream.
Marion: rides her new red bike
Nadia: smart enough to stay on the surface, out of scuba equipment
Marion: way too excited to safely scuba
Nadia: has never been carried,crawled, stumbled, or propped up in anyway during our trips to Roatan
Marion: well... she always made it home
Nadia: Can dance the Punta, a very sexy Latin American dance involving a lot of bum shaking
Marion: has decided that Latin America is not yet ready for her version of the Punta
5 comments:
Eso me gusta!
Nowhere is ready for Marion's version of Punta.
hey marion, good to see your havin fun, how long are you down there for? i just googled it to find everything out...i'm a nerd, what can i say. i was just in cancun for the past 6 months...just a little drive up north from you.
It is so nice to be able to read the words of one of my favorite people.
It looks like I am going to be spending the summer in Elkford, as long as I pass the drug test, hehe. I am really looking forward to it. I guess that "really looking forward to it" is an understatement and a cop out. In reality, the majority of thoughts in my head involve walking through the soccer field of the elementary school around twilight. Walking to the top of the little hill and falling to the ground on my stomach with my arms stretched out. Listening to the ground, the town, the valley as it lives. That's more like it.
I still look at the painting that you gave me, everyday. And reading these words of yours, it is clear to me that you need to be creating. I'm glad that you are.
I'm also moving to Vancouver.
More later.
Love,
Alec
See you there Alec, save a place for me on the hill.
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